Much did I travel in the holidays
To climates warm enough for one to pass
Hours relaxing and strolling through the grass,
And lazing in the sun on hottest days.
Oft thought I of Monaro's icy May,
And laughed to think that I of it was free.
And never once a school-book did I see
Till I came back to Cooma's winter ways.
Then felt I once again the bitter breeze
As through long assemblies it did chill me;
And once again in class-rooms did I freeze,
While teachers toiled so hard to try to drill me
In lessons dull - then with a sneeze
I turned myself to winter, school and drudgery.