A MIMIC ODE.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1717, 6 April 1906, Page 2

A MIMIC ODE.

The Christohureh Truth follows up the/ Exhibition ode with an extraordinary pro* duction on the following lines i

They come 1 From unsavoury cities o’er-sea, Where the Chow or the larrikin dal* lies—

From the preoinots of Woollooo* mooloo, From Li-,tie Bourke Street and its alleys, From N’York and San Franoisco, They come ! And King Seddon receives them with glee, New Zealand ories welcome.

Let us rejoice, as a sensible populaop should ! The Tourist Department is busy, Exhibitions make plenty to ap— In case the mere native feels di?zy, Let me enquire of.him, who Would dare to hint ought exeept good Can come from this project ? They oome ; The line of policemen is lengthened, The lock-up is strengthened, New Zealand cries vreloome. ' *

11. Happy we lived, contented tho’ benighted, The Immigration Restriction Act our shield, By midnight burglar’s step rarely efirighted, Nor often forced our cash to footpad's bands to k ■

Now, enterprising folk oome o’sr the ocean, Our colony is advertised afar— _ The adverb's fruit we view with ' Bpiae emotion ; Oar own black sheep in contrast show like wool and tar.

Maori neighbours, let my text Touoh, adroitly bb it may. On a subjeot rather vexed, Which I will explain away True, we stole your lands from you, But—you stole eaoh other'e, too !

Listen to my doctrine rare ; Blacr: combined with black makes white! Fair is tool, and foul is fair, Mark how two wrongs make a right} Note, that though you’re dyiDg out, All is for the best, no doubt.

Though we’ve given you various ills , We have also sold.you clothes, And the hollows of the hills Eoho now with English oaths, •, Grand it is to learn to swear, And to have a shirt to wear!

IV. After much labor, our stars in asoendaqt, Ways are made smooth for us, obstaorea fall, Noar self-supporting, all but independent, We have just finished the best move of all—

We have met Soot’and and England aud ' Ireland And woodened them out et the game of football 1

I Hardly a hundred years etrotohes our I Bt ory, n have no legend, tradition, or myth, Htm we have household words, gilded with glory, , , I r j even for oonjuring with. ijoud be the proieo of them, faun d all the I days of them— . . . Mynott and Qallaher, Newton aud Smith 1 All is ready, hill and plain Echo aoolamation, Man and wotnaD, raise the strain Qf mutual admiration | 11 ' Ijßt everybody shake everybody plse'.fi hand, and tell Him the Exhibition is sometbing grand, And that swelled head ia quite an unknown disease Among the DOQdIq of this haonv land—