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The run of Billabong-go-dry Is just beyond Lime Burner's Gap; Its waterhole and tank supply Is excellent--upon the map. But, lacking nature's liquid drench, The station staff are wont to try With "Bob-in Sweeps" their thirst to quench, Or nearly quench, at Bong-go-dry.
The parson made five-yearly rounds That soil of arid souls to delve, He wrote, "I'll come for seven pounds, Or I could stop away for twelve." But lack of lucre brought about The pusillanimous reply: "Our luxuries are all cut out, You'll have to come to Bong-go-dry."