THE WHEELS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XXIII, 7 December 1895, Page 713

THE WHEELS.

See the ladies on the wheels— Happy wheels ! What a bored society this latest craze reveals I How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, Up and down the dusty track With here and there a ‘ sprinkle,’ And a smart frock all a-wrinkle, With the dust upon its back. How they turn, turn, turn, In a sort of social churn. Keeping tune in rythmic measure with their dainty toes and heels, To the wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, Wheels, wheels, wheels— To the whirring, and the whirling of the wheels. See the 'Arry’s whizzing wheels— Furious wheels ! What a bounder’s paradise their lightning pace reveals ! Through the suburbs in the night. How they shriek out their delight ! With their fiendish root-a-toot, And none too soon, What a sudden fear they shoot Through the ancient dame that hastens o’er the route, Like to swoon ! Oh, upon those bounding wheels, What a knickerbockered howler arrogantly squeals ! How he peals ! And congeals All the heart-blood ! How he steals On the passenger that reels. At the flashing and the dashing Of the wheels, wheels, wheels, Of the wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, Wheels, wheels, wheels— At the rushing and the crushing of the wheels!