AN ODE TO HIS BANKER

Ashburton Guardian, Volume V, Issue 1588, 18 June 1887, Page 2

AN ODE TO HIS BANKER

The following clever parody of a well-known nursery ditty appeared m a recent issue of the " Dunedin Evening Star " : — Who, when m business I began. Discussed my every sobeme and plan, And seemed the kindeat sort of man ? My Banker Who used to know me m the street, And would my coming kindly greet Whene'er with him I chanced to meet 7 My Banker I Who thought my sphere I should extend, . And gladly would " the needful " lend ? Who was, indeed, my warmest friend? My Banker I Who paid eaoh cheque and met eaoh bill, And urged on further outlay still, Said " Look to me for what you will ?" My Banker 1 Who saw afar the coming atorm ? Who bade me Bign a printed form ? (It was, of oourse, " the merest form ") My Banker! Who, when depression 'gan to lower, Forsook mo m that evil hour, Yet had me safely m his power ? My Banker 1 Who, now the olouds more darkly loom, Calls me into his private room, And fills my very soul with gloom ? My Banker } Who that had erstwhile talked and ohaffed And at my cautious fears had laughed, Mow growls about my overdraft ? My Banker! Who naught of former kindness reoke, Who doth my spirit sorely vex By hinting at dishonored cheques ? My Banker Who is it haunts me night and day ? Who drives all joy m life away ? Who is it that I long to slay ? My Banker!