One night while drove and sheep beat, companions lay asleep, there was not a star to illuminate the sky.I was dreaming I suppose, cos my eyes was partly closed, when a very strange procession passed me by.First there came a kangaroo, with his swagger blankets blue, a dingo went beside him for a mate.They were travelling mighty fast, for they shouted as they passed, we'll have to jog along, it's getting late.The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plane, to amuse the company with a highland fling.And the dear old bandicoot played the tune upon his flute, and the native pair sat round them in a ring.Oh, the drongo and the crow sang a song.So long ago, the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile.And the ane is standing near, with his claw up to his ear, said the funniest thing I've heard for quite a while.So frogs from out of the swamp, where the atmosphere is dull.Came bounding in and sat upon some stones.Then they all unrolled their swags, and produced from little bags, the violin, the banjo and the bones.The goander and the snake, and the adder wide awake, with the alligator dance the soldier's joy.In the spread and silky oak, the jackass cracked a joke, and the magpie sang the wild colonial boy.Some brolgas darted out from the tea-tree all about, and performed a set of lances very well.Then the parrot red and blue gave the fiddler his cue, to strike up the old log cabin in the dell.Well, I was dreaming.Well, I was dreaming.Well, I was dreaming.Well, I was dreaming.Well, I was dreaming, I suppose, of these entertaining shows.It never crossed me mind, I was asleep.Till the boss beneath the cart, woke me up with such a start.He'll undream me where the hell are all the sheep.