SQUEAKS.
(Prize -winning, poem by Ngaere Sayer, Farore ; age 11.) Squeak, says the weather cock, swaying on high. Squeak is the mouse's short, wee cry. Squeak, says the old gate, swinging to and fro, Squeak, says the lawnmower as it's taken out to mow. But the squeak that I like best of all Is the squeak from,the puppy dog over the wall.
There were not so many entries in the junior division, but, though fewer, they were no less creditable. Several will appear in "Verseland" later. The most original and amusing was "Squeaks," which wins the prize. Don't you love it? I do. Honourable mention to Phyllis Ward for her little verse on her puppy.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 285, 1 December 1934, Page 2 (Supplement)
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