THE PREMIER AND THE CORO NATION.

Motueka Star, Volume II, Issue 73, 25 April 1902, Page 4

THE PREMIER AND THE CORO NATION.

The Christchurch Press says ; —We are told that the Sydney Daily Telegraph again calls attention to the signs that Mr Seddon is usurping Australasia’s leadership in Empire politics. “ Pakeha” sends us the following, with apologies to Tennyson *

R.J.S. sings : You must wake and call me early—call me early, Joseph, dearl ' (You’ll have to rise pretty early to catch me asleep, I fear.) For I’m off to the Coronation in a dignified sort of way, I’m going to England in May, Joseph—l’m going to England in May. - There’s ma\iy a slim, slim brain, Joseph, but none so slim as mine, The small State Premiers are kicking up a most unholy shine, For “ Australasia’s leadership” I’m usurpin’

■ —so they say, And the tail is wagging'the dog, Joseph — I’m off tu England in May.

For I saw the lay of the land, Joseph—’fore

ever it came to blows, And I weathered on all who couldn’t see an inch beyond their nose, And I “rose” till I bluffed out Toby, and the ace of trumps did play, And wiped the eye of the Commonwealth —so I’m off to England in May.

They chuck out our oats and spuds; Joseph —they do not import a ton, They say that our land would only make an average back-blocks run, But they don’t like second fiddle to the bagpipes that I play, And at Home I’m Lion to Toby’s Mouse, as I think I shall find in May.

I nailed the pea in the thimble, I spotted the gold in the lnmp, I tumbled io what must happen—l saw how the cat would jump. My gallant Maorilanders fought like men in the tightest fray, And the British public will rise at me when I toddle along in May.

So call me early, Joseph —I must place Ted on the throne, For the thing would be a fizzle if 1 didn’t give it tone ; Pack up my go-to-meetings —I’m sure to be asked to stay, And they’ll give me decent weeds a> d fizz as the guest of the State in May.

Don’t kiss me ere I go, Joseph—don't fall upon my neck, But take my tickets single, and write me a full sized cheque ; The Czar has no heir, my Joseph, and the Pope is old, they say, And I may stay on to straighten things up when I once get Home in May.