THE COCKY'S GATE.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVII, Issue 83, 6 August 1915, Page 2

THE COCKY'S GATE.

There'* a plague in Taranaki, It's a curse upon the land, It's a horrible montrosity, And should everywhere he banned llt's a snare for the unwary, And it's right now out of date. This piece of old barbarity Is called the "Coeky's Gate!

The design is complicated, It's old barbed wire and stabs, Filled in with bits of rotten log. Of broken posts and slabs. The fastener will be rusty barb, Your hands will be the bait, You'll find you've lost a lot of flesh' When you've finished with that Gate!

It's an ancient wire entanglement That's used by now tlio Huns, h dates from pre-historic clays, ]t bars the way to chins; Jt has caused more litigation Thau the celebrated Thaw. Jt has made some handsome fortunes For the members of the law!

It lias caused more hitter curses Than anything on earth. It has caused more grief and .sorrow It lias done away with mirth. It has caused some cruel vendettas, It li;i s caused eternal hate. This old bit of wire and staples That's called :i Cooky's Gate!

When you get up in the morning. 1 Find the cons are in your swedes! You want to keep some pedigreesSome old bull has mixed your 1 >reeds !

Your pigs are in your 'neighbour's place— Yonr neighbours irate.--And he threatens law and lawyers All through that Blooming Gate!

When you get up before daylight And bustle on the fire. When your milk is ready on the ca it— Find your horse is in the wire! When at last you reach the factory. And lind you are too late. Then you call down bitter curses' On that Manky. Blauky Gate!

If your paddocks are divided Into areas fairly small. Just say you're got ' lom tight to ten And barbed wire gates on all ; It you calculate the wasted time, You would find it. pay the rates. For you waste about a week a year In fiddling with Those Gates! You find your stock has strayed away— It's nowhere to bo found— It costs you half a dozen gates Tw get them from the Pound! You poor short-sighted Cocky. I must leave you to your fate. Mr last prayer and benediction Is- "Get Strangled in Yonr Gate!" - XEUCHAMI*, Stratford. 2-R-10.