ADVENTURE BOUND

Manawatu Times, Volume 62, Issue 132, 5 June 1937, Page 13

ADVENTURE BOUND

Hukanui. Dear Hub, 'Tis such a lovely sunny day, Theres adventure in the air, I wish I manned a sailing ship Bound I don't know where. I wish that all around me, The wondrous sea did foam, Calling me further and faster Away from friends and home, Away from dancehall's glare, 'Praps to some southern Island, Boasting a forest fair. P'raps a native orchestra Beneath a southern moon, P’raps a native maiden Singing a sleepy tune. The breakers on the shore, 100, Would fill me with delight, I think the way they break and foam. A very lovely sight. Oh! would I were a wealthy child, With all the world to see, Foremost the homeland’s cities And the charm of Italy. t Holland always lured me, I love it's damsels fair, And I often visualize It’s tulips gay and rare, And Erin always fascinates Your rhyming oddity, I think the many Irish songs Have caught hold of P. and P. I think a pleasure liner, Sounds absolutely grand, What with deck sports and dining And dancing to a band, Think of all the sailors One would be apt to meet, Sailors are so thrilling And surely quite a treat. But truly a soldier, Fascinates me, too, I love their jaunty uniforms, Oh! Hub and Cogs aon’t you? I also like a p’lieeman, And a firebridade's suit, too, But I really like a sailor’s best, 'Cos his suit is white and blue. Oh! Hub, we aro getting A big new blue Dodge car, Avd if I could drive it,' I sure would roam afar. There's ironing to be done, Hub, And sweeping to get through, Oh, housework is uninteresting I think so, don’t you? I wouldn’t mind a tiny house, With me an old maid in it, With frilly cap and apron, So prim and proper in it. Oh, Hub, I had a sad accident, I fell into the creek, When I emerged wet through sure I was too hurt to speak. I went to cross the bridge, Cogs, Before I could wing an eye, (And I cannot solve the cause No matter how I try). I found myself flat ou 4 In the creek you see, My hair was wringing wet, Hub, I couldn't realise 'twas me. Oh! I am stiff all over, With bruises every where. Next time the creek is visited I hope I am not there. The shock was very terrible I felt flat for days, P'raps 'twill cure for all time My day dreaming ways. Powder and Patches.