My Little Nightingale

Horowhenua Chronicle, 20 December 1913, Page 3

My Little Nightingale

(By Jack Vincent.) "And every strikers wife will carry the song of the nightingale in her heart."- Tide Mr W. T. Mills' address at Opera House, Wellington. When I go home to the Missus, And ring on "the same old talc" Swelp me bread and cheese and kisses, Don't I hear the nightingale! Her unpremeditated lay Is scathing and abSurd, I think our leader meant to say The bloomin' 'Mocking Bird.' She frightens all the neighbours As she ramps about the house, Though each Labour member labours Like the mountain and the mouse. And the worst of all the wrelrhed bis, She's got it in her head The cause of all the trouble io Our innocent 'Red Fed.' That she's going to stop their prating With a solid Mother's Vote, Is the song predominating From my niginiugale's sweet throat.

She says—the horrid little, rob. — The plan of her campaign Will sweep away the spider Webb And Ward off useless Payne. She says we're like a kid that throws His cai-e upon the floor, Then elevates his little nose And calmly asks for more. It isn't wise to beat it, It won't know the reason why; Make him pick it up and eat it, He'll know better bye-and-byc. I snatch my hat and make a boll, Still followed by her wail, I fear she'll soon begin to moult, My little nightingale!