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ORIGINAL VERSE

THE SWAN See the swan go In its jacket of snow, An island of white In a lake of delight. See the swan swim, When I scatter for him The half of my cake On the top of the lake. See the swan glide To the bank’s rushy side, So suddenly fleet By the strokes of his feet. See the swan lie In the blue of the sky; And under his breast Another at rest. —3 marks to Cousin Jim Lockerbie (10), Limehills P.O. RAIN ON THE ROOF The rain was falling on the roof, As I jumped into my bed, So I gathered up the blankets, More snuggly round my head. I listened to the patter, Like tiny little hoofs, Now I wonder if the fairies • Were a-dancing on my roof. I listened, oh so quietly, Ere into dreamland fell; Now I wonder if a dreamt it, Or heard a tiny call. So I looked outside my window And I saw beside the pane The tiniest little fairy A-sheltering from the rain. -3 marks to Cousin Valerie Fox V.A.C. (9), 57 Conyers street. — ... .! u't la LIMERICK There was a young man of Peru, Who was always unbuttoning his shoe, His friends became wild, And so did his child, With that foolish young man of Peru. That same young man of Peru, Paid a visit one day to the zoo, He teased a small bear, Which pulled at his hair, That wicked young man of Peru. This same young man of Peru, Forever was getting the ’flu, So they sent for the doctor, Whose name was called Proctor, Who cured this sick man from Peru. —3 marks to Cousin Victor G. C. Jones V.A.C. (9), 71 Conon street. LITTLE BARTHOLOMEW Up in the nursery you will see A dear little boy whose age is three, Golden curls and big blue eyes— Eyes the colour of summer skies. Little Bartholomew, that is his name, Full of fun, mischief and noise; He likes to play with his clock-work train And to romp with the bigger boys. When he goes at night to his tiny bed, “I love you,” his whisper comes clear, And as I kiss his curly head I thank God ior Bartholomew dear. —2 marks to Cousin Alys Holloway (12), 397 Herbert street.

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Southland Times, Issue 23888, 5 August 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

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ORIGINAL VERSE Southland Times, Issue 23888, 5 August 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL VERSE Southland Times, Issue 23888, 5 August 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

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