Henry Lawson

In Possum Land

In Possum Land the nights are fair, The streams are fresh and clear; No dust is in the moonlit air; No traffic jars the ear. With Possums gambolling overhead, ‘Neath western stars so grand, Ah! would that we could make our bed Tonight in Possum Land.

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