A NEW NURSERY RHYME FOR POLITICAL BABIES.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1171, 29 April 1884, Page 3

A NEW NURSERY RHYME FOR POLITICAL BABIES.

There was an old man, Canterbury, Who loved to make Wellington merry, Of noodles the merest Electing the queerest; A funny old gentleman—very. So first he chose out little All wright, Whoso intellect no one can call bright, In his place in the House He’s as still as a mouse, But up a back etaircase he’s all right. Next picked he a person called Pilliet, Who straightway played turncoat, and will yet Contrive it again, Though they say old Celphane Will give him a nice little pill yet. Then next a young farmer called Pearson, Whose Ashley electors ' may ’ hear soon How ’twas he supported The power that extorted The grain tax—O, my! don’t they curse ’an. The dear old Conservative, Postlethwaite : Unfit in these rude times to jostle fate, His name is too long For this ’ere little song, So lot the good Tory apostle wait. O, troublesome, clever Wynn-Williams! O, quarrelsome, caustic Wynn-Williams ! Tart, talkative, windy, Still good at a shindy ; The Lord same us all from Wynn-Williams ! And likewise preserve us from Brown. Whose tramways go up—and go down ; With the voice of a Yank The De’il he’d outflank, And do the gentleman brown. Mr Wright, and with him Mr White, Have names that don’t fit at all right, Since according to song, Mr Wright is all wrong, While always true ‘ blue ’ is our ‘ White.’ Theo don’t forget Eolle:ton. Three groans! Don’t pity his wriggles or moans ; There’s no bone in his back. So give him the sack, And stand by your hearth* and your Holme*. Three cheers for our eloquent Wakefield. Him never shall Atkinson make yield; Stand, Ted, to your guns! Then amid all our sons, We shall yet be proud of our Wakefield. Then last, but not least, comes Montgomery, Who laughs, too, at Atkinson’s flummery ; With Wellington ‘ Centrals,’ Who plays on our entrails, His way will be short, sharp and summary, —Lyttelton Times.