A CHILD'S RHYME
What, are you doing, all' flocked on Reinga?y What is your hurry—the trees are all gold? Sweeting, we gather because we must leave you, April is cold; April is cold! Oh! We shall miss you, my little kuaka; Where ivill you go then, my wild little one? Over the sea to the country of Russia, Into the sun; into the sun. We'll nest on the stcepes and put on our red hrtles, Teaching our scared little children to fly. Then we stretch wing for the sea and the summer, Forth in July; forth in JulyWhere ivill you be in the windy September?, Little kuaka, where will you be? In China, the land of the iris and poppy, >■ On a while tree; on a white tree. J Will-you'forget us, or ivill you remember? . ; I shall remember, wherever I roam. Look for me, sweet, on the first of December, I shall come home; I shall come home. EILEEN DUGGAN.
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 87, 12 April 1930, Page 18
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160A CHILD'S RHYME Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 87, 12 April 1930, Page 18
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