I must confess I have not - as far as I can recall - ever read any children's books by an Australian author. Until fairly recently, that is to say. Norman Lindsay's The Magic Pudding is a beaut, however, a peach of a book, positively rollicking with humour and verse and good companionship.
And, of course, food - lots of it, every variety of pudding and pie.
The PUDDIN'-OWNERS' EVENSONG
"Let feeble feeders stoop To plates of oyster soup. Let pap engage The gums of age And appetites that droop; We much prefer to chew A steak-and-kidney stew. "Let yokels coarse appease Their appetites with cheese. Let women dream Of cakes and cream, We scorn fal-lals like these; Our sterner sex extols The joy of boiled jam rolls. "We scorn digestive pills; Give us the food that fills; Who bravely stuff Themselves with Duff, May laugh at Doctors's bills. For medicine, partake Of kidney, stewed with steak. "Then plight our faith anew Three puddin'-owners true, Who boldly claim, In Friendship's name The noble Irish stoo, Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurroo!"
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