A TRAGIC STORY
There lived a sage in days of yore. And he a handosme pigtail wore; But wondered much, and sorrowed
Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this serious case, And swore he’d change the pigtail's
place And have it hangring at his face. Not dangling there behind him. Says he, “The mystery I’ve found — I’ll turn me round”—he turned him
round; But still it hung behind him. Then round and round, and out and in, All day the puzzled sage did spin; In vain—it mattered not a pin— The pigtail hung behind him. And right and left, and round about, And up and down, and in and out, He turned; but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind him. And though his efforts never slack, And though he twist, and twirl, and
tack, Alas! still faithful to his back, The pigtail hangs behind him*
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 152, 17 September 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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148A TRAGIC STORY Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 152, 17 September 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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