Not very far way a number of Banksia men were sitting
in a Banksia-tree, basking in the sun and planning mischief.
‘Bunch and scrunch ‘im!’ shouted one.
‘Hit and spit ‘im!’ growled another.
‘String and ring ‘im!’ snarled a third.
Then they all jumped about, grunting and chattering
and shaking the bough till the leaves rattled.