Page 5 Advertisements Column 1

Timaru Herald, Volume XV, Issue 669, 25 October 1871, Page 5

THE AWFUL MOA. Who m the days of ancient fame, Before the Pakeha Maori came, Kicked up his lively little game P The Moa ! Who saw Mount Eden crater's gush ? Who saw the red hot lava rush, Aud then skedaddled m the bush ? . The Moa! Who only laid a single egg P Who had no wing, but only leg ? Pronounce his fearful name, I beg — Xhe Moa ! Who picked up little Maori boys, As hens pick corn, with tapping noise, Closing their little dusky joys ? The Moa! Who stood twelve feet without his boots, Who collared boys and grabbed for roots, Who didn't care for mild cheroots ? The Moa! Whose bones have puzzled Mr Owen, And been discussed by Governor Bo wen, Who said, indeed, there was no knowing . The Mob Whose stomach had a strong digestion, Who'd soon settle the native question ? (A very powerful suggestion)— The Moa ! Then fill the goblets to the name Of that old cock of ancient fame, Who has gone and played his little game— The Moa! ,— " N. Z. Herald."