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At an outback pub in Queensland as the steam train waited by
filling up with coal and water (for the trach ahead was dry),
we were drinking better liquid, pots of ice cold Queensland beer
while the publican assured us, "Southerners are welcome here.
Drink it up and have another in the keg there's plenty more."
So we Gargled and he told us how he also owned the store,
ran the bank and was the postmaster of the tiny office there,
took bets of all the shearers, in his spare time cut their hair.
We'd whiled away a pleasant hour when a form appeared the roared,
"Finish up! I drive the engine and it's time you were aboard."
Quite calm the publican advised us, "Pay no heed, he must be new.
The train won't leave until I say so, I'm the station master too!"
By Rus Center.
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