It’s worse than weevils by Norman Lindsay

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It’s worse than weevils, worse than warts,

It’s worse than corns to bear.

It’s worse than havin’ several quarts

Of treacle in your hair.

 

It’s worse than beetles in the soup,

It’s worse than crows to eat.

It’s worse than wearin’ small-sized boots

Upon your large-sized feet.

 

It’s worse than kerosene to booze,

It’s worse than ginger hair.

It’s worse than anythin’ to lose

A Puddin’ rich and rare.

 

Source:  The magic pudding: the adventures of Bunyip Bluegum, 1918

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