TOPSY TURVED TOWN.
Where south is north and north is south, And east is always west: Where foolish folk are counted wise, And worst considered best; There everything Iβ upside down. A singular place is Turvey Town. Noise, they say. is melody sweet: Their minstrels pipe so shrill, I know if ypu heard their sounds absurd 'TwoulcJ quickly make you ill; And work to them, of course, is play. And night—precisely—ls their day. "Toot, too-toot." and a hideous 'lloot," •Tls these queer pipers four; In a noisy way they come and play, I beg them "Pipe no more: And if you stay I am gried to cay I shall wish I were deaf; please, go away." "Toot, too-toot!" They politely scoot. Smiling an awesome frown: While one of the crew, with a "Tooral-loo," His dog's loud bark doth drown. He has frighted a stag of a kind most rare, And he'd frighten you too if yon beard his blare. Oh, where everything is npsifle down, 'Tls a singular place, is Turvey Town. If. you ask my counsel. I'm gried to say. I should have to advise you to keep away.'
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Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 190, 12 August 1922, Page 20
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190TOPSY TURVED TOWN. Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 190, 12 August 1922, Page 20
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