PARODY ON CASABIANCA.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 42, 17 October 1891, Page 499

PARODY ON CASABIANCA.

A CASE OF BOY-SPANKING. The boy stood at the master’s desk, Whence all but he had fled ; The master dozed while urchins bold Shied pellets at his head ; Yet bolt upright the good boy stood, Though all the school should storm, For when the teacher woke he would Be first boy of the form. The games went on, he would not go Without the master’s word ; The master, fast asleep by now, His voice no longer heard. He called aloud, ‘ Say, teacher, say If yet my task is done ?’ His new pot hat now caved-in lay, His lunch was also gone, ‘ Speak, teacher I’ once again he cried, ‘ If I may yet be gone ;’ And—but the urchins ink pots shied, The master still snored on. They spattered ink upon his clothes, They tugged his waving hair, They di opped a foinr upon his toes, But still he did not swear. And shouted but once more aloud, ‘ O, teacher ! must I stay ?’ Until at last the yelling crowd Rushed headlong on their prey. They clapped his slate upon his head, They chucked his bag on high ; It skimmed and turned, and onward sped Bang in the master’s eye. There came a burst of thunder sound, The boy I O where was he ! Ask of his mates, who made no sound, But hugged their sides with glee. The master pinned him to a chair, And warmed a tender part; And when a boy is punished there, I tell you, don’t it smart !

F. H. Smith.