ABOUT TOWN.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume X, Issue 1914, 26 April 1888, Page 3

ABOUT TOWN.

(With an apology to Mr. Gilbert.) As I took a look around I found A few subjects which I am bound To say seldom receive attention, And of these I now make mention. (Said I to myself, said I.) There's our pretty town lacks renown, Just like a kins without a crown, Because of the large holdings* surrounding, "Where email farms should be abounding. (Said I to myself, said I.) This I ween is the reason that keen Depression is squeezing us between Poverty and prosperity (which we lack), And long to have the old times back. (Said I to myself, said I.) How nice 'twould be for us to see Our town surrounded from mount to sea With scores of homesteads, prosperous men Marketing their produce, and then, oh theD! (Said I to myself, said I,) Spending the cash, without fear of smash, In this our village but I am too rash ; So for the present will cut this tale, And treat subjects more within my pale. (Thought I to myself, thought I.) Our streets arp grim, not very prim, And certainly lack sufficient trim : Another five thousand loan, you see, Might make them as they ought to be. (Said I to myseif, said I.) Want of amusement, too, 'tis very true, "Will try those with nothing to do In a town devoid of people or lights, Chinamen, larrikins, or even dog fights. (Said I to myself, said I.) But " Martha " dear will soon be here, Then look out for genuine cheer ; The play is difficult to show at its best, But I'm •• Bartin sure " it'll go with zest. (Said I to myself, 6aid I.) Than a local skating rink. I think, Should be started on the brink Of a cold and frosty season ; Why not, I, for one, can see no reason. (Said I to myself, said I.) The band, bedad 1 (I was very glad) Played on Sunday under their active lad, Who is always willing, we must know, To give the public an occasional " blow." (Said I to myself, said I.) An alarm of fire raises the ire Occasionally of tbe poor occupier ; The cause is usually very remote, And the fire itself does cod in smoke. (Said I to myself, said I.) " Wait till the cloncls roll by," Bay I ; Brighter times will come by-and-bye, When lands are cleared of heavy dues, When selectors cease to have the ''blues." (Said I to myself, said I.) But then, again, 'tis very plain We should not grumble nor complain About our lot, about our station, For others are in worse situation. (Said I to myself, said I.) Trouble and woe, we very well know, Will meet us all wher'er wo go ; So strive, my boys, to do your best, And leave to Providence all the rest. (Said I to myself, said I.) The Chancellor.