His Melting Profits

NZ Truth, Issue 604, 13 January 1917, Page 1

His Melting Profits

The New Zealand farmers refused to sell their cheese to the Government, holding out for a rise. They were warned that there would be a serious shortage of shipping space, but they would not come to terms. Now, Wellington and other ports of the .Dominion are "chock-a-block" with thousands of crates of hoarded cheese, which is rapidly deteriorating and cannot be exported owing to the lack of ships. Thus has the greedy farmer's nefarious plan recoiled on his own head.

Oh, Mister Cockatoo, he tried a most peculiar scheme, . To bleed this poor Dominion was his dirty little dream, By hoarding up hit oheese until the price went up like steam. The boys out m the trenches v/ere requiring to be fed, But "Cocky" didn't give a darn; he'd fixed his price, he said. If the Guv'ment didn't like it, It could go and bag it's head.

The stately chips they sailed away with many a bulky hold, Where oheese should be reposing, but for "cockles" greed for gold. But now the laugh's oh "oookie," for his cheese has got the mould. - He's howling now In anguish for those ships he turned away, While his precious cheeso gets rotten : and more putrid every: day. "Serve him \ right, hip-hip-hooray I" hear everybody say.