JABBERWOCKS AND BOOJUMS.

Taihape Daily Times, Issue 219, 27 October 1916, Page 3

JABBERWOCKS AND BOOJUMS.

Further stories are told of the new armoured cars which the soldiers have now christened Jabbcrwocks and Boojums. The Germans say they are not fair. There is trouble for the Hun, and it gets him on the run, When the Jabberwock and Boojum go to war, When he hears and sees the snorting and ridiculous cavorting Of contraptions that were never built before. When he sees a solid wall underneath the bonnet fall, He rubs his eyes and dunno w’ere ’e are, For it knocks him nearly dilly—and the soldiers call it Willie — The Jabberwock, the British armoured car. From a prehistoric ago, from the pantomimic stage, From the wonderland where everything was rum, They have dragged these fearsome creatures with grotesque and iron features, And sicked them at the Bosches on the Somme. Now the Bosche starts to buzz (as he generally docs , When the British get a move on anywhere) That we ’ve caught a Plcisiosaurus to waddle on before us, And he yammers that we are not playing fair. It is very very wrong to adopt a method strong, And- get the gentle Bosche in the neck; If you treat him very niqely,, and observe the rules precisely. You can bet he’ll make the rules a perfect wreck; That is how he hoped to win, getting nasty punches in, Believing we would never punch him back But wc do not heed his squealing, do not care how lie is feeling, When the Jabbcrwocks get out upon bis track They arc ugly, they are slow, like a turtle they may go, But they got there, yes they get there in the end; Though their beauty doesn’t dazzle, they will beat you to a frazzle; They have got you thinking hard my Bosche friend. From the earth and sea and air, every creature comes to stare At the Boojum and to listen to its roar, Queerest thing in all creation but there’s German consternation. When the Jabberwock goes waddling out to war. —Sydney Sun.