THE HUTS THEY PULLED DOWN

Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 140, 18 September 1942, Page 4

THE HUTS THEY PULLED DOWN

You will no doubt recall How the Army contrived To erect the new huts When first they arrived. How one Sergeant Baker, And our Camp R.S.M., Did struggle for hours With the erecting of them. They housed the Camp Staff And then gave it best; Just left it to Fletchers To put up the rest. Well, time has gone by And the job is complete, They put up the quota, Street after street. They numbered them all, Four hundred or more, Stopped all the leaks And nailed up one door. So now you can guess Why the Colonel did frown When District sent word To*pull forty down. It seems they’re required, And District don’t care, Just rob Ngaruawahia They’ve got plenty there. Now isn’t that typical, The Heads love to clown, '. iV | They’re no sooner up Then they want ’em pulled down. > So down they must come, For the order it stands, Joe Henderson’s peeved ’Cause it’s ruined his plans. He had drawn them to' scale, Each hut and each drain, But they’re now out of date So he’s starting again. Sergeant Charles Baker Is again to the fore, Boss of the works, Just the same as before. He’ll give expert advice When they reach the new site, Providing that District Don’t change overnight. But they’ll probably wait, Alas and alack, ’Till the last one’s erected ■ Before ordering them back. —J.P., Ngaruawahia.