The Tale of Miss Polly Wog Weg.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 2, 15 July 1905, Page 54

The Tale of Miss Polly Wog Weg.

This is the tale of Miss Polly Wog Wog, Who lived in the midst of the country of Of brothers she numbered one hundred and four; Of sisters, two hundred—or possibly more; No matter Whatever the total might be. She never’ was lacking for playmates, you see. So hide-and-go-seek and pom-pom-pul-away She played in the mud and the water all day: For water and mud were the young Woes’ delights - They frolicked there, dined there, and slumbered there nights. Miss Polly was vain—though we hardly would call Her face or her figure attractive at all. Like most of her family, he it: here said. She was seven-twelfths tall and the rest of her head. Yes, Polly was truly exceedingly plain— But her tail was the thing that was making her vain! Her father cried: “Shame!” and her mother cried: “Fie!” Her brothers said: “Goose!” And her sisters said: “My!” And dreadful misfortune would happen, they vowed. To a girl who was acting so silly and proud. But the more they entreated and threatened and warned, The more their advice and their efforts were scored, And Polly went wiggling and wriggling about— Such airs! You would think she was some speckled trout! Rut oh! she encountered a terrible fate. Which, just as a moral. I’ll briefly relate: She kept growing ugly! But that’s not the worst— She swelled so that one day she suddenly burst! And alas! she was changed to a common green frog. What an end to the tale of Miss Polly Wqg Wog!