A NEW NURSERY RHYME FOR POLITICAL BABIES.

Lyttelton Times, Volume LXI, Issue 7226, 28 April 1884, Page 5

A NEW NURSERY RHYME FOR POLITICAL BABIES.

There was an old man, Canterbury, Who loved to make Wellington merry. Of noodles the merest Electing the queerest ; A funny old gentleman—very. So first he chose out little AUwright, Whose intellect no one can call bright. In his place in the House He’s as still as a mouse. But up a back staircase he’s all right. Next picked he a person called Pilliet, Who straightway played turncoat, and will yet Contrive it again. Though they say old Clephane Will give him a nice little pill yet. Then next a young farmer called Pearson, Whose Ashley electors may bear soon How ’twas he supported The power that extorted The grain tax—O, my! don’t they curse ’un. That dear old Conservative, Postlethwaite: Unfit in these rude times to jostle fate. His name is too long For this ’ere little song. So let the good Tory apostle wait. O, troublesome, clever Wynn-Williams! O, quarrelsome, caustic Wynn-Williams ! Tart, talkative, windy, Still good at a shindy; The Lord save us all from Wynn-Williams! And likewise preserve us from Brown, Whose tramways go up—and go down; With the voice of a Tank The Deil he’d outflank. And do the old gentleman brown. Mr Wright, and with him Mr White, Have names which don’t fit at all right. Since, according to song, Mr Wright is all wrong,. While always true-blue is our White. Then don’t forget Kolleston. Three groans! Don’t pity his wriggles or moans; There’s no bone in his back. So give him the sack. And stand by your hearths and your Holmes.

Three cheers for our eloquent Wakefield ! Him never shall Atkinson make yield; Stand, Ted, to your guns! Then amid all our sons. We yet shall foe proud of our Wakefield. Thenlast, butnot least, comes Montgomery, Who laughs, too, at Atkinson’s flummery; With Wellington “Centrals,” Who play on our entrails. His way will he short, sharp and summary.