THE CHIEF AT MOINDAH HOLLOWS.

Peoples Vice, 17 May 1943, Page 2

THE CHIEF AT MOINDAH HOLLOWS.

thinks you’ve heard of Camp HoinGah from. Div. Head quarters, flung afar of its inmatesgallant crew . z ’ . Colonel,Officer Sappers too, Jho slaved allday in sun and heat . - Hairing all camps clean and neat. . •; Twas in among this motley few There strode two kings of dullish hue, Theirs was indeed, a pleasant life Ko, jealousy was ever.• rife But each-tQOk-.other, for his worth, And lived as equal lords of earth. But out-of ranks there rose -the - thirstOf men who seeking to be first would plunge their hands in murder red So greed for power could be fed ' And on their bloody victims build . A friendship that in time might yield. But first must gather forces "vile. I£en of whom no crime-' defile, ■ Cocks and Batmen and . such ilk with hearts of crews bene?.. their ; silk Gather . round, yc-u craven beasts.. Today a death;Tomorrow feast. . So cane the hour when plot was fair ■ And. hirelings with intent .. were ■ the re To flick with knife ‘the narrow thread That fastens life to living . head • v -Thilo their masters deep .in guile' would shelter in their tents awhile. ‘ ' • ■ ' ■ : ' ■■ "■ '• The . fatal .hour was in gloom H f Thekings,unconscious cf their doom On pillowed bed Mere.resting fast ..hen Death camo .' in with icy blast. Sir Healy’with a ghoulish smile - . Tore them from their resting pile.

And new ■.the ever fickle crowd

'.•ith ne’er a tear,full cry aloud< Death to them this very eve Yet just before this ceil they leave'7e’ll thrust in front in vicious hate She,whom each had sought to mate*. ; '

Cut sprang Sir . Bougen,slavish cur •' And laying greasy hands on her \. Did toss her down for fateful shop for awhile did talking step When humane trait of mcm’ry past Caused'oxo to fall frcm drunken grasp Down fell the axe from inches height A But''cre it reached its end of flight ’ the threat" stretched' taut 'in, pain . The bleed gushed forth- in crimson stain She staggered to her feet near dropping Sir Bougen gazed with eyes a-popping .. • Leapt 'forth- Sir .Owens of, cricket fame Long, live his house ,long, live his name He could not see her' writhing there While boneless crowd did stand and stare With firmly hand her legs did grasp .end blow did give- her final gasp. ■ > . . j ' / i ( -'• t t J m ' Sir Bougen hung his head, in shame They called Sir Sefton now by name That he ’of. portly heavy guts . ' Should do .the twe remaining cuts, - But Sir Sefton flexed his muscle , .aid moved along without a bustle. • Step by stepwith fiendish stare Upon the kings who lying there Could only plead without much hopQ That hands to do the ob of rope ’*• Would * re at their bodies .in a while ' With honour and a little' stylo. '■

3c grasping each full round the throat. Ho did awhile his victims gloat. Then moving swiftly as a dart While eye could barely see him start /The kingly lives at last he wrecks ' Ho tears the heads from off their nocks 3o now at night when darkness falls, Amid the clatter of ping-pong balls - A sound of footfalls fills the night : Of flurried wings in rushing flight Youhoar the whisper near and far Tis the ghosts of fowls at Gamp Ifoindah