1942 "To a Springbok from a Roo" - written at Harim on Syrian-Turkish
Cowley is my section mate; he lately had a poem sent him by his cousin
TO A SPRINGBOK FROM A ROO.
I send these lines to you,
From the land of veil and turban,
To a springbok from a roo.
So I pass the paw of greeting
Far across the ocean blue,
Quite a novel way of meeting
‘Tween a springbok and a roo.
I have read your stirring verses,
That you mailed to Cousin Bob,
A lad who drinks and curses,
A dinkum Aussie ‘Job’.
I have met your springbok “Springers”,
Springing on towards Tobruk,
The occasion found some singers,
As the glasses clinked good luck
Since then they’ve sprung surprises.
On the Itie and the Hun,
The springboks took some prizes,
With the bayonet and the gun.
I once met some natty “Wassies”,
They pinned one on the Aussies,
On that fair November day.
I have read your invitation
To the “Woppers of the Wops”,
But whacko the conversation
When the ‘kangas’ drink your hops.
But now the Japs are knocking
On the gates of Aussie land,
Those gates will take some rocking,
For the Japs don’t understand –
The class of men he’s fighting,
The “Diggers”, young and old;
Hard drinking, swearing, skiting,
With fairest land to hold.
And the laundry-man's ambition
To storm our sunny shores,
Will end in their admission –
“The ‘Roos can use their paws”
For your Springbok pen to write
Anzacs fight for home and glory;
Just one final line – Good-night.