Six miles broad and six miles long,
All along the sounding shore,
Where Neptune's heaving billows roar,
A farm with a six mile span
Will quickly ruin any man. Because the wild dogs kills the sheep,
And such a tireless vigil keep
That when a fresh flock enters there,
To starve upon the pasture bare,
The dingoes throng from scrub and fern,
Limestone ridges, copse and cairn,
From every hummocks on the coast,
And soon the sheep are killed or lost. And his honor Jenkin Coles
With care protects the rabbit holes,
And keeps a warren near the strand
That stocks the whole adjacent land—
The Crown land sand where rabbits pair,
And countless millions burrow there. Sow German greens or early peas,
Plant currants or imported trees,
Sow wheat, or any kind of grain,
And all your labor will be vain,
For ten million rabbits there
Will nip your peas and parsly bare,
And scrape away your wheat and rye,
And leave your lowing herds to die. The rose of Sharon they would chew,
And lily of the valley too ;
And scrape the flowerets from the sand,
And leave no green thing in the land. Now what remains for you to do ?
The voters should consult with you,
And force your legislative moles
To put pressure on Jenkin Coles.
And move his rabbit warren hence,
Or square it with a netting fence ;
Or give a tanner each for skins,
Or put his rabbit flesh in tins,
And store it till the Czar appears
As tucker for our volunteers. The dingoes took Mr. Smith's Coorong sheep run from him-they annexed it as the English do colonies-worried 900 of Mr. Gall's best sheep in one short month, and Coles filled his pipe and laughed. Notes From the South Australian Newspaper The Narracoorte Herald 18 Jan 1889 p. 3..