The Moral


You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
 You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
 And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
I'll sling you through six counties in a day.
 I'll hike you up a grade of one in ten.
I am Duty, Law and Order under way,
 I'm the Mentor of banana-fingered men!
I will make you I know your left hand from your right.
 I will teach you not to drink about your biz.
I'm the only temperance advocate in sight!
 I am all the Education Act there is!


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