A TALE FROM THE GARDEN

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21278, 3 September 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

A TALE FROM THE GARDEN

There was a slug who ate and ate; He ate when dry, he ate when wet; He ate the asters and the stocks, And gobbled up talL hollyhocks, And as for lupins and penstemgn He was a perfect little demon ; The choicest i*>se or rare carnatioti Was swallowed without hesitation. In fact, J think it can be said. Each day he cleared a flower-be^. One morn a hungry thrush espied The greedy slug ... and so he died. Down went the slug down thrush s throat. But what you really ought to Hotels: First fat slug eats all the flowers, And then -a thrush the slug devours. Think a moment: what a lot Inside him, now, the thrush has got. Beds of asters, rows of stocks, Single, double hollyhocks, Pinks, penstemon, lupin, rose— Almost every flower that grows; But, this comfort let ns hug, He has also got the slug! —Margaret Wynne-Jones.