Epigraph: The place, my lord, is much like Gideon's fleece The second time he laid it on the ground; For by the will of God it has remained Bone-dry itself, with water all around.
Yet, as a wheel that's driven in the ruts, It has a wet rim where the people clot Like mud; and though they praise the inner spaces, When asked to go themselves, they'd rather not.
The men are brave, contentious, ignorant; The women very much as one expects. For their religion, I must be excused, Having no stomach to observe their sects.
You must be wary in your conversation; For, seeing them thumb-high, you might suppose They recognised their stature, but beware! Their notion of themselves is grandiose.
Gulliver's report on Lilliput from James McAuley's The True Discovery of Australia