Banjo Paterson

(17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)

Frying Pan's Theology - Poem by Banjo Paterson

Shock-headed blackfellow,
Boy (on a pony).
Snowflakes are falling
Gentle and slow,
Youngster says, "Frying Pan
What makes it snow?"

Frying Pan, confident,
Makes the reply --
"Shake 'im big flour bag
Up in the sky!"

"What! when there's miles of it?
Surely that's brag.
Who is there strong enough
Shake such a bag?"

"What parson tellin' you,
Ole Mister Dodd,
Tell you in Sunday-School?
Big pfeller God!

"Him drive 'im bullock dray,
Then thunder go;
Him shake 'im flour bag --
Tumble down snow!"

Comments about Frying Pan's Theology by Banjo Paterson

  • Rookie Judy Wall (9/26/2007 5:48:00 PM)

    This poem doesn't scan like a Banjo poem should.

    That is probably because you have missed the first two lines, which read:

    Scene: Upon Monaro
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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