A sixteen-inch whangeltool.
Once a jolly conman waived his lengthy billadong
Under the shade of Miss Coolibah’s tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited while her billy boiled:
“Who’ll come a-waltzing and marrying me?”
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll come a-waltzing and marry to me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled:
“You’ll come a-waltzing and marrying me.”
WOOF!
“A sixteen-inch whangeltool.”
Like a French bread.