The Land Where the Lazybird Flaps.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 4, 27 July 1907, Page 48

The Land Where the Lazybird Flaps.

Said John to Peter one day: “I hear There’s a land in the West, and it lies - quite near Where hot tarts grown on the tartlettree And roasts are as tame as they can be. There’s golden mist on everything; The No-work® play in the sand and sing; The grass is green and the sun - shines bright. And there’s never a storm by day or night. “For the lazybird flaps above all day, And blows the tempests and rain away. Oh! eome. let us sail to that beautiful landl [Where the No-works play on the golden sand.” So they set their sails and they bore away Till they tame to the spot where the island lay— To the beautiful island down in the West. To the land where the lazybird builds its nest. In that beautiful land where the skies are clear. Did John and Peter live for a year; And they feasted on feasts that were fit for a king. While they learned the song that the No-works sing. But John and Peter one morning awoke, And cold and stormy the dawning broke; The wind was shrill and the skies were gray. For the lazybird—it had flown away. And, while they stared, from the windy East Came gnashing and growling the dutybeast!

A most terrible beast he was to see. And he eaught them both by the wild tart-tree. lie bore them away to his gruesome den — Ah! they'll never escape from those rocks again; From those ■ rocks where only at night, poor things! Can they dream of the song that the No-work sings.