human
Don't interrupt the poet, friend, Until his poem's at an end,
gpt
As there's no time to finish that, The time has come to have our chat. Be quick, my friend, your business state Before I take another slate.
human
The fact is, said Bunyip,
gpt
I have decided to see the world, and I cannot make up my mind whether to be a Traveller or a Swagman. Which would you advise?
human
As you've no bags it's plain to see A traveller you cannot be; And as a swag you haven't either You cannot be a swagman neither. For travellers must carry bags, And swagmen have to hump their swags Like bottle-ohs or ragmen. As you have neither swag nor bag You must remain a simple wag, And not a swag- or bagman.
gpt
Dear me, said Bunyip Bluegum,
human
I never thought of that. What must I do in order to see the world without carrying swags or bags?
gpt
Take my advice, don't carry bags, For bags are just as bad as swags; They're never made to measure. To see the world, your simple trick Is but to take a walking-stick Assume an air of pleasure, And tell the people near and far You stroll about because you are A Gentleman of Leisure.
human
You have solved the problem,