The poem, White Cockatoo, by Banjo Paterson starts
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Now the autumn maize is growing,
Now the corn-cob fills,
Where the Little River flowing
Winds among the hills.
The poem Santa Claus by Banjo Paterson. We all do believe or atleast once in our life did believe in Santa Claus. No matter where we live, which caste, religion we belong but there is something special about Santa Claus that would bring a smile on our face no matter whats our age. 247 more words