THE BATTLE ROYAL
We shore the sheep the Bowen style And beat the rest by half a mile. Bellies and pieces, eye clips and lox Carefully sorted from the sox. The fleeco swooped and gathered the fleece, Aired it well and showed the grease, Then, on the table flat and true For what the skirter had to do. The pieces flew, the necks and brands Nothing missed the skirter’s hands. The fleeces are rolled and in the bin, The brooms aloft amid the din. Judges confer, the crowd acclaim,, ’Struth ’We’re off to Aussie in the bloomin’ plane. W. F. Dick, sheep and wool instructor of the Department of Agriculture, Invercargill.
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Press, Volume CI, Issue 29763, 5 March 1962, Page 19
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