THE HECKLER.

North Otago Times, 2 December 1911, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE HECKLER.

He ente. •■ the hall with majestic air, And a threatening sheaf of notes; And he takes his seat with a pompous glare, As though he'd a hundred votes. His pencil he sharpens, his face aglow Then he waits, in a feverish state, To let 'em all know what he knows, you know, When he heckles the candidate. i,; When he heckles the candidate, my . M' hoys, *■."! You would think that the Empire's fate On his questions hung, Ab with lusty lung, He heckles the candidate. . , «

It's "What about 'bacca?" and "Who taxed tea?" "Will you make the dog-tax void ?" It's "Will you support mixed bathing, free, For the suffering unemployed ?" And-now for a floorer-in wrath ar-

rayed, As his fist comes down with weight, It's "'What 'ave you done for the oilcloth trade ?" • When he heckles the candidate, Thus he heckles the candidate, my boys, With the air of a statesman great; With importance large, And the world in charge, He heckles the candidate. —Raymond Coulson