Mugga Mugga

Candidly, I do not hug a Wish to go to Mugga Mugga; To the Mugga Mugga Mountain by Yassberra's desert place, Where they're planning - more's the pity To erect Australia's city, To upraise a drouthy city - monument to our disgrace. 'Tis proposed that we shall lug a Myriad pipes to Mugga Mugga - Water-pipes to get the wetness to the city's thirsty crowd Water to ablute and bathe in? Nay! The language will be scathin' When the Mugga mugs discover: 'NOTICE - BATHING NOT ALLOWED.' Wearily, with jar or jug, a Citizen at Mugga Mugga Will await his turn for water - wait with bucket, billy-can, Kerosene-tin - any vessel That the Cotter's muddy mess'll Safely keep in - 0, the weepin' of the Mugga Mugga man! I can see a future Mugg Resident arise and tug a Show'r-bath chain without result, then curse aloud and thirst for blood Curse the crawling Cotter trickle. For he will be in a pickle When the Cotter isn't cotting and Molongolo's mostly mud. I've a yearn, within, to plug a Jaw whenever Mugga Mugga Mountain's mentioned in my hearing, for it makes me very sore. When I realise Dalgety Was thrown over for the petty Claims of parish politicians I'm inclined to raze for gore. I'd rejoice if someone dug a Deep, wide grave at Mugga Mugga And interred all Canberranters, minus service, sob or stone All nefarious State-Frighters! Yassinine old nation-blighters! Nay; I'd lug a Mugga-fighter there and plant him on my own!