The Premier And The Socialist Were Walking Through The State: They Wept To See The Savings Bank Such Funds Accumulate. "If These Were Only Cleared Away," They Said, "It Would Be Great." "If Three Financial Amateurs Controlled Them For A Year, Do You Suppose," The Premier Said, "That They Would Get Them Clear?" "I Think So," Said The Socialist; "They Would, Or Very Near!" "If We Should Try To Raise Some Cash On Assets Of Our Own, Do You Suppose," The Premier Said, "That We Could Float A Loan?" "I Doubt It," Said The Socialist, And Groaned A Doleful Groan. "Oh, Savings, Come And Walk With Us!" The Premier Did Entreat; "A Little Walk, A Little Talk, Away From Barrack Street; My Socialistic Friend Will Guide Your Inexperienced Feet." "We Do Not Think," The Savings Said, "A Socialistic Crank, Although He Chance Just Now To Hold A Legislative Rank, Can Teach Experienced Banking Men The Way To Run A Bank." The Premier And The Socialist They Passed An Act Or So To Take The Little Savings Out And Let Them Have A Blow. "We'll Teach The Banks," The Premier Said, "The Way To Run The Show. "There'S Tom Waddell, In Bank Finance Can Show Them What Is What. I Used To Prove Not Long Ago His Estimates Were Rot. But That, Like Many Other Things, I've Recently Forgot. "Advances On A Dried-Out Farm Are What We Chiefly Need, And Loaned To Friends Of Ms.L.A. Are Very Good, Indeed, See How The Back-Block Cockatoos Are Rolling Up To Feed." "But Not On Us," The Savings Cried, Falling A Little Flat, "We Didn't Think A Man Like You Would Do A Thing Like That; For Most Of Us Are Very Small, And None Of Us Are Fat." "This Haughty Tone," The Premier Said, "Is Not The Proper Line; Before I'd Be Dictated To My Billet I'd Resign!" "How Brightly," Said The Socialist, "Those Little Sovereigns Shine." The Premier And The Socialist They Had Their Bit Of Fun; They Tried To Call The Savings Back But Answer Came There None, Because The Back-Block Cockatoos Had Eaten Every One.