When I walked through the paddocks
With cuddly Barbara Jane,
She said she saw a robin,
All wet with shining rain,
That sat upon a thistle,
And talked to her quite plain.
When I walked through the paddocks
With laughing Barbara Jane,
She looked at me all scarey,
And said she saw quite plain
A snake among the grasses,
Beside the gurgling drain.
When I walked through the paddocks
And romped with Barbara Jane,
She showed me tumbled tussocks,
Where a fairy queen bad lain.
"Her wings were shut," she whispered,
"But I saw her face quite plain."
As I walked through the paddocks
With dancing Barbara Jane,
I wondered was she fibbing,
But dared not ask again;
For queer things sometimes happen
That no one can explain!
First published in The Australasian, 20 July 1929
