In Possum Land

Henry Lawson, 1905

      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
      To-night in Possum Land.