THE MAGICIANS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 193, 15 August 1936, Page 2

THE MAGICIANS.

The Government declares that it is animated by a whole-hearted desire to promote the general welfare, but its actions hitherto, and its plans for the future, have a class-conscious flavour that contradicts its professions. Ilic e is no constructive statesmanship 111 simply transferring wealth from one set of pockets « Dominion."

Oh how I wish all captious folks WonWn't be so flashed Complaining the * a >»<f tlv G %l n v Zi; Jl sleißht of hand. Mere conjuring straights and plain, And its now you see it and now you don t, Presto !—it's legerdemain.

Here's a coot with a million quid. And another with fifteen bob, So "ive everybody a quid all round, Share it like toffs—not for nobs; Presto 1 just wag the magic wand, fhaHafwanefl and waxed During the long, long years.

Now you see it, my lucky lads, Ami now vou don't, my hearties. Good for the boss and good for the man, Good for nil possible parties, Spend while 'the spending s good, mj boj Snenil till it hurts, my honey. But spend if you must the last red ceut Of' the other fellows money.

Observe, I water the earth with words, I fertilise it with speeches, Ard the harvest is great as great can be, Till the paper crop e'en reaches The old old Dart —yea. Wight) Laud, Whither escapes a moan. While the query is, Dear Mr. Bull, Please can you go a loan.

Conjuror's pull out your pistols now, Shoot me ten thousnnfl quid. Bang! goes the magic firearm bang! Up goes the Treasury lid; Oozing oodles of endless hoot, Borrowed from every cuss. Counted by cunning conjurors, And rationed again to us.

I'm not growling—other magicians Have wagged the same old wand, Growing money in Fairyland (Pom! Pom! from the party band): Presto prosperity! Presto price. Presto the market too. And presto the bloke who pinches pelf, And hands it all over to you.

Oh, how I wish my brethren would Not be so bally peevish. Accusing our betters of being our worsers. As being a thought too thievish; I don't care a hang where the money goes, And X may be a silly ass. But I hope to heaven that swell N.Z. Will keep on [/rowing grass. —C.J.