The Advertiser Wednesday 3 May 1922
THE NORTH-SOUTH RAILWAY.
A Little Song.
Dedicated to Federal Legislators.
A contract was once quite a sacred affair,
We scrupled to alter its breadth by a hair.
And sealed our assent by a nod.
Though pen upon parchment the scope might define.
The understood fact left no room to opine,
No need for our swearing by God.
Has German example set up a new style?
Are compacts and bargains now covers for guile?
Our treaties but scraps of old paper?
Has national honor indeed grown so sick
That an Act is now part of the confidence trick?
If not, why this railway-route caper?
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