A GARDENER'S WAIL.
I have a genial neighbour Who lives across the way ; As certain as the dickens Some of his choicest chickens With clucking pipe and tabor Descend on me each day. These line and feathered felons I am Inclined to curse ; They peck my ripe tomatoes With cackling obligatoes; They gouge my goiden melons That might increase my purse They spoil my nice cucumbers, And mine are of the best; They scratch about the flowers Until my spouse just lowers; They punctuate, my slumbers With sounds which I detest. I love my genial neighbour. But not his troublous flock: Though they are Ood'R creations I greet with objurgations Th<>ir spoiling of my labour Each morn at six o'clock. I rather hate to do it, Yet what else shall I do? I'll rig myself a ratchrt. Or sharpen up my hatchet. Then straightwny I'll go to it And get myself a stew ! —Clinton Scollard.
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Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 77, 31 March 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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155A GARDENER'S WAIL. Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 77, 31 March 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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