WE CAN’T GET EVERYTHING WE WANT.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 43, 28 October 1893, Page 358

WE CAN’T GET EVERYTHING WE WANT.

Aweary of the city— Of staying mid its tangled maze— The hero of this ditty Sought ‘ digs.’ far from its crowded ways ; For sadd’ning and madd'ning The fretful mob proved to his taste ; The hustling and bustling His nervous system quite laid waste. Ere he left home the city’s frown Was bright—(to us it maybe is)— A country lad he came to town, As innocent as baby is. He felt his soul sore chastened ; He sought the suburbs’ rural rest ; To a quiet street he hastened — A place he thought would suit him best; And gleaming and beaming With satisfaction at the core. He stalked at, he knocked at With confidence an outer door. An ancient madarue came at last, And answered at his urgent call ; ‘ Come in,’ she said, and in he passed From vestibule to inner hall. • I’ve come to seek for lodgings.’ He said in an attractive tone ; ‘ These townfolks’ ways and dodgings I cannot longer stand, I own.’ And winking, and thinking His search for ‘digs.’ was over now, He traced through, he paced through The rooms, joy luming his fair brow ; He deemed that right there where he stood, Dwelt sober peace he’d sought for long ; That in and out reigned solitude, Wakened but by the merle's song. Bnt just as be was scheming ’Bout fixing on this silent spot. An engine past, swept screaming, And upset all his well-laid plot. To hie from, to fly from The city's roar—a priceless boon— Despaired he, declared he— As well seek quiet ‘ digs,’ i' the moon ! ‘ Too near the railway, ma’am, I fear— That noise would drive me soon insane.’ * The noise is bad,’ she said, * but here. See thegrand viewyouget of folks losing their train !' Vive Vale.