LITTLE JILL KYNE

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 200, 12 November 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)

LITTLE JILL KYNE

There was a little girl And her name was Jill Kyne. Her favourite words were: “Don’t touch that. It’s mine.” “Don’t play with my things. Give my toys all right back." Thus she constantly spoke To her twin brother Jack. “Don’t ride in my wagon.” She warned him one day. She knew his was lost But she coasted away.

And Jack stood alone At the top of the hill. While down the steep slope Sailed possessive young Jill. And steeper and longer The hill seemed to grow. And faster and faster Did Jill’s wagon go. RoLind the corner she swerved Just on one or two win “Oh. goodness,” she thought, “How uncertain this feels!” “If Jack had come, too. Down this dangerous street. He could stop me, I know. Just by dragging his feet.” She shut her eyes tight At a sight just beyond. And SPLASH went the wagon Right into a pond. She crept from the water. She never felt wetter. And up hill she draggled While Jack came and met lie*

“You shouldn’t have turned At that corner,” he said. “The good hill for coasting Goes right straight ahead.” “The next time I coast, You come, too,” Jill replied, “And you do the steering And I will just ride.” And Jill learned that day. As she played with brother, Tin at things are more fun When they’re shared with another. RIDDLES When is a generous baker like a vessel without ballast? —when he gives a roll over. Why is the figure 9 like a peacock? —Because it is nothing without its tail. What odd letter becomes even by taking one letter away?—Seven.