SELECTED POETRY.
THE AWFOL MOA. Who, in the days of ancient fame, Before the Pakeha Maori oame, Kicked up his lively little game ? The Moa! Who saw Mount Eden crater's gush ? Who saw the red hot lava rush, And then skedaddled in the bush ? The Moa! Who only laid a single egg ? Who had no Wing, bui only leg? Pronounce his fearful name, I beg— The Moa! Who picked up little Maori boy 9, As hens pick corn, with tapping noise, Closing their little dusky joys ? The Moa ! Who stood twelve feet without his boots, Who collared boys and grubbed for roots, Who didn't care for mild cheroots ? The Moa! Whose bones have puzzled Mr Owen, And been discnssed by Governor Bowen, Who said, indeed, there wa3 no knowing The Moa ! Whose 9tomach had a strong digestion, Who'd soon settle the native question ? (A very powerful suggestion)— The Moa ! Then fill the goblets to the name Of that old cock of ancient fame, Who has gone and played his little game— The Moa ! —N. Z. Herald.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume II, Issue 102, 24 October 1871, Page 7
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176SELECTED POETRY. Cromwell Argus, Volume II, Issue 102, 24 October 1871, Page 7
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