THE TOT TRAIL DANCE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18938, 7 December 1929, Page 18 (Supplement)

THE TOT TRAIL DANCE.

One night, Aunt Hilda had left the Starland. The Starland Toy Trail woke up; Cried Jack-in-a-box, “Let’s all have a dance,” His cobbers cried, “Let’s all sup!” The tiny voice of a dolly piped up, “But we have nothing to eat.’ A ginger bread man said, “I shout that For ginger bread you can’t beat,” “And what shall we do for music?” they cried. Jack Joke-box said, “I’ll supply.” And Peter Pan sleeping blissfully there, Just turned over with a sigh. So the Toy Trail danced until it grew tired, Then ate of fresh ginger bread, Jack Joke-box puffing and full to the brim Went back to his cosy bed. The others sat all round Aunt Hilda’s room And asked for tales to be told, And Jack-in-a-box all puffed up with pride Told one they all knew of old. “I lived in a two storey house,” he said, “On the other side of the sea, I worried to move till my mistress said That she would travel with me. So we travelled for days and days on end, But pleasure soon will pall. We quarrelled, we parted, and here I am, And—well I guess that is all! “I’m old, I'm going to Poverty Street To take someone Xmas cheer, And oh! I shall love my work, won’t you mates?” The Toy Trail shouted, “Hear, hear!” “Let me try my new leg again—let’s dance,” Said a grey horse standing by; “Oh, I am so happy!” he jazzed away, The others caught up his cry. Morning! Aunt Hilda was back at her work, Innocent toys were asleep, Aunt Hilda wouldn’t have known of the dance But a birdie whispered “cheep! V. Marie Abbott, Cashmere. I ===== " I