THE GRISLY BOAR.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume II, Issue 121, 11 June 1881, Page 4

THE GRISLY BOAR.

Tis of the grisly boar I sing. I wonder what he would have been If he had not been what he is— The subject of our colloquies. A peaceful gentleman, no doubt, With nought to do but strut about ; But since ne's tried our race to quiz, 111 try and show you what he is. A warlike monster indiscriminate, — Fig-headed brute. How to eliminate His vices, I hardly know, but wish to

hint That one of them is rushing into print, ' Waimate-boredom" is his little game. In this respect he has acquired much

fame. The slightest chance to raise a mighty

scare, Our friend, the grisly boar, is always

there. Foul scavenger ! yet artful plotter he ! His tusksare always where they shouldn't

be; And not to mention his insidious snout, In every farmer's little plots about, He roams at large, where'er it most him suits, Eradicating other people's roots ; What business has he, I should like to know, To come a foolin' round my tater row. And then he's very subtle, too, His mind is mout made up of one or two Nice little plans to gain his wicked ends, And scarce in any other tention tends. For rather than his subtle aim be lost, He'll sell his reputation at a cost, And laugh, while flound'ring in his own conceit, And think he's done it wonderfully

"neat." By Jove this boar is coming it too strong, Itfs time he died, let's hope it won't be long Before the earth is rid of such a pest, And then, but not till then, we'll let him rest.

Yankee Doodle.