‘THE TIGER SCHNAKE’
I vos working vit Bill Grady und Shack Wilson on de flat
Ve shoushed abbot an acre oot vit Shemmy Bill und Pat
Ve didn’t makes no vortunes, but vhat I vant to tell
Vos about von pig tiger schnake, dat shashed me quick as vell.
I don’t peleive in svearing, or telling lies too strong,
But shiminey host my shingoes dat schnake vos den feets long
Deye wompats making houses let all dat water gone,
So I walks me up dat race to put dat vater on.
I walks me up in doze plutchers dat vos so large und wide,
Dat shovel, for mine walking stick I carried py mine side,
I shootest get started digging den I stoops me town to brink
Den all at vonce mine gracious vot you tink!
I sees vone leetle tiger schnake, not two feet off mine shin
By shorge I humps like anyting und turns me outside in
You pet I nearlys fainted ven I tried to make un awful schmack.
I hits him tree times crooked pefore I preaks his pack.
Den all at vonce, mine gracious, vone udder schnake I see
Dat leetle schnakes pig farder schnake he shumps himself at me
You pet I not stop tinking at de lightning in his eye
Und like does airschips in de vind, I makes mein footsteps fly!
Und vonce I nearly shlips me vit dose plutchers on de clay
Und chiminey host by shingoes he shashed me all de vay
Untill I reached dat vorter by dat shloushing shannel vide
Und like dat Kangaruu I shumps to reach dat udder side.
Und down I goes carrlips on Grady with a chrash.
And in dat deepest vorter hole I makes vone awful splash!
Shack Wilson started laufin like a shackass loud und long
By shoves I plugged Pill Grady und altered vilions song.
Vell vot apout dat tiger schnake, vell vot can I say
Might he have shumped the shnannel
And be shasing me yet today!
(ownership of this item attributed to the late Mr Harry Strohfeld, Ravensbourne; poem supplied by his wife Mrs E Strohfeld of Ravensbourne, north of Toowoomba).