CHIMES AND RHYMES.

Waikato Times, Volume 102, Issue 17078, 16 April 1927, Page 16 (Supplement)

CHIMES AND RHYMES.

STRENGTH. The strong and great should not be AncUaugh at those who may be weak, For who can tell but they may give In time of need the help we seek. We may be little, but perhaps We have the energy and skill To do what bigness cannot do With all its strength and boastful will.

We may ne big and strong and grand, Perhaps too big to clearly see The hidden strength in little things. Or just how wise the small may be. —John Martin. the duel. •The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; ’Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t’other 'had slept a wink !The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know, as sure as fate, There was going to be a terrible spat (I wasn’t there; I simply state What was told to me by the Chinese plate I) The gingham dog went “bow-wow-wow I” And the calico cat replied “mee-ow! The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of gingham and calico, While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place Up with its hands before its face, For it always dreaded a family row 1 (Now, mind, I’m only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true 1) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, “Oh, dear! what shall we i do?’’ But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw In the awfullest way you ever saw— And, oh! how the gingham and calico* flew! (Don’t fancy I exaggerate! I got my news from the Chinese plate.) Next morning, where the two had sat, They found no trace of dog or cat; And some folk think upto this day That burglars stoic that pair away! But the truth about the cat and pup Is. .this: they ate each other up!

Now what do you really think of that! (The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I/ame to know.)

LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG.

I haven't time for girls and play; I’m busy all the morning through, Since my new puppy came to stay, Although I’ll tell you what I’ll do — I’ll join whatever game you say, But Pupsy must be in it too.

PAINTING. I’ve got a box of paints And some water in a dish, And I’m going to sit till teatime And paint a ’normous flsh. Ilis eyes will be red, And his tail dark green; But the colour of his body part You never yet have seen.

’Cos I’ll mix all the colours In the water In the dish; And that’s the only really way To paint a ’normous flsh.

What is the difference between a wbt day and a boy with an aching tooth? —One is pouring with rain and the other is roaring with pain.