If Banjo Patterson would be my Dream Reader,
writing errors he could gallantly rescinder.
Somehow it’s the beat and the rhythm I mostly defile,
when attempting to emulate his unique style.
But with you in my thoughts Banjo, I’d soldier on,
in bush literacy you’re my star paragon.
If wishes were horses, they say beggars would ride,
with you as my reader I would feel edified.