Uncle James
My Uncle James has sailed as jar As lands where lions and tigers are . . . To Ajrica and back again, To India, Canada and Spain. Don’t you think it odd that he Won’t play pirate games with me? It’s rather sad he never cares To shoot the rapids on the stairs; It’s such a waste of time to snore When he has heard real lions roar. Think, if he would keep awake, WHAT an Indian Chief he’d make! My Uncle James has lived out East, J ' Yet can’t pretend the very LEAST, r My Uncle James has lived out West, Ai But still I’m sure that I know best Where adventures may be jound In a Happy Hunting Ground. From: — Child Verses from “Punch”
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12513, 31 July 1926, Page 16
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125Uncle James New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12513, 31 July 1926, Page 16
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