A Land Fable.

Cromwell Argus, 6 March 1905, Page 4

A Land Fable.

Ihe Town Foxes, haviDg no taile, advise the Country Poxe* to out theirß off. Listen, country coueins all, To the tale wo have to tell you, We are working for your good, Though our project may repel you, Cling with greatest assiduity To your Lease in Perpetuity. Certainly, we hold no land, Or at best a building section, In this splendid leasing scheme, If, of courße, forms an exception, Vet thoroughly we understand. Tho wayiyou ought to holdfyour land. Do not yield to greed of gain. For in sooth it's sure to canker ; Pay your rent for ever more And do not for the Freehold hanker. 'Twill be unpleasant to disgorge, . When triumph comes for Henry George. Perhaps you'll ask in tones of scorn, ' What we know about the matter V But you've no time to study books. And make your minds grow daily fatter. Plodding after plough and harrow, Makes the mmd so mighty narrow. And only think of how your rents Will from our taxes take tho burden. , Abolishing all custom dues Except, and hero we lind our guerdon, On all we make, and that's the beauty, A very high Protective duty. And so you see, dear Country Cousins, (We hope our logic don't confuse). That while we're happy paying renin, So would be you cockatoos. No matter that we farm no land, Wo'vegot tho votco, you understand. Perpetual Kent is just tho thing, To lift you to a platform higher. The Freehold's nothing but a fraud, A gaud you're foolish to desire. You'd bent forego, thercris no doubt. A thing we do so wall without. BKEK FOX: