A THRUSH AT DAWN.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18786, 15 June 1929, Page 4

A THRUSH AT DAWN.

To tbe Editor. Dear Sir,—Do excuse me taking tip your valuable space; but that same speckled thrush that sits on a windmill in the west-end and sings to Mr Cross used to sit on my cabbage tree in the east-end and sing to me. I wondered where he had gone to these last ns weeks, but now, alas,,.! know. Apparently he’d rather sit on a bare windmill

in the west end than on a beautiful cabbage tree in the east. Joey, I’m surprised at you sitting there telling Mr Cross such fairy tales, so persistently, too, till you drag the poor-man out of his bed to write them down for you, when you know very well that the real reason why you sing sweeter on a wet morning than on a fine, is because there are such lots oi lovelv fat worms about —you know you’ve eften told me so, but apparently your ideals have grown loiticr since you wefit. to live in the west-end You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Joey, 'lhank goodness you didn't go to Fendalton to live. And the next time you sit on the windmill and sing “ Wait Till the Clouds Roll By ” don’t forget to tell Mr Cross what a grand breakfast you’ve had. Tell the truth, Joey, always tell the truth, and don't forget that you once lived in the old cabbage tree and sang for AUNT MARY.