Henry Lawson, 1906
'Twas born a Wantaritencant, and, ah! its claws got jammed
It stunned and rode a publisher and it was read and damned.
They soothed or dodged It in the street, they said they was mistook
They turned it loose for pity's sake, a Damanreadabook.
They turned it loose on Kipling first and men of his estate;
The Damanreadabook is safe amongst the dead and great.
(And I am but a little man it pleaseth me to look
As through a microscope upon the Damanreadabook).
It gets its titles missed, of course, and half-quotes with a glare
And just as oft as not it damns the thing that isn't there,
Then forth it goeth happily and babbles like a brook
While people buy the book it damned - the Damanreadabook.
I hate the Half-Read and Half-Dam, the Readandamoutright,
And, above all the Readanjaw is hateful in my sight.
But the Damanreadabook a time and money saving spook,
Its selling mine like wildfire now, that Damanreadabook.