My mate O’Kadoke’s an agreeable bloke,
A right regular gent, stem to stern.
He can tell a good joke, and he’ll buy you a Coke,
And insists upon waiting his turn.
Anyone here will tell ya, O’Kadoke wouldn’t sell ya
A lemon, or a pig in a poke;
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 The speaker of this poem is an Aussie, not a Harriet. (Though, coming to think of it just now, he could well be a Sheila, with very cruel parents.) We know he is an Aussie because he uses the words “mate,” “bloke,” and “fella.” Also, Professor Pennywhistle says he is.