CRY OF THE CHILDREN

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12609, 20 November 1926, Page 16

CRY OF THE CHILDREN

It was cleaning day at the eoo. All the animals had to be shifted from the cages they occupied into fresh ones.

Pat was assisting with the transfer of the hyena. “Stiddy there, lion,” he quavered. “What’s the idea,” asked a fellow attendant, “callin’ that hyena a lion ?”

“Have ye no tact?” he replied. “Can’t ye see ’tis flattering the baste I am?”

Izzy (at race meeting): I 6ay, Isaac, lenrl me von pound for a minute, old poy! Isaac: Vait a minute, and you von’t vant it at all!

Daddy says he used io stare (That u)as very long ago !) Through the sweet shop windows where Ranged on shelves and row by row, Stood the bottles round and high, Full of sweets for all to buy. Toffee balls and Pomfret cakes Lumps of rock ond almond bakes Barley sugar sticks and long — Lasting bull's-eyes hot and strong, Brandy snaps and acid drops— Then a penny Would buy many, Oh, so many lollipops. I suppose it must be true, But to-day it only seems Like the Wonders that we do In our make-belief and dreams, Still the bottles row by row Stand as in the long ago ; But a penny Scarce buys any Toffee Balls or Pomfret cakes, Lumps of rock or almond-bakes, Barley sugar slicks, or long — Lasting bull’s-eyes hot and strong, Brandy snaps or acid drops — Now a penny Scarce buys any, Hardly any lollipops. —Neil BeM Child Verse from Punch.