HERE COMES THE PRINCE!

Maoriland Worker, Volume 11, Issue 475, 21 April 1920, Page 4

HERE COMES THE PRINCE!

What's this commotion through the land? Of feastings along, and pageants grand. Who's ho that makes this great ado? And what is it he comes to do? Does lie possess some special wit, That makes of him a leader fit? But hy the twitching of my thumbs A Prince (toot, toot), be comes, ho comes. So bunting fly. and ring the bells, And open wide the gambling hells; The Hubs shall do a roaring trade. Tis times like these the money* made: What matter Ihul the poor do die, And in their wretched hovels lie; What matter boots and clothes arc dear, The Prince of Wales will soon be here, So trot out all the sycophants, In shining hats and Sunday pants. But toilers, stay at home and sup, And wisely put your shutters up, Let old age pensioners ho weak, Who starve on fifteen bob a week, Beneath the table pick the crumbs And shout "hooray" when "Woodbine" comes. But clean Uio dirt o,ff Biddy Vie* And Haining Stree just give a lick; Paint out the names of all the Huns, And stuff the kids with penny buns. Shout in the Town Hall, hymns and prayers To German tunes, on Austrian chairs, A Grandson of the German Guelphf The Prince of Walen, 'tis lie himself. —J. B. Hulbcrt. * Biddy Vie. A name given Queen Victoria, f Guelph. The family name of tlio Victorian stock.