The Croaker.
"Liugh at thoi?o who grumble, And b° merry a-i yo'i oau " " Wo ininr tnivfl through luo, but ,vhy iin'-i.' (i dead man;h of it ?" On, tbo iiKlincholy croal c" With tin croak, cr.tak, uroik, 1I« eiu always toll a funer.il, But never tell a joke; Hi}, m his ready coffin, Can drive a nail, no doubt ; But with a smiling visage He never draws one out. Oh, the poor, unhappy croaker, Like a revolving vane, He antedates ihe weather, Is sure it's going to rain ; He knows the crops are ruined, His memory he jogs To prove that now the country Is going to tho dog-). The dreary, weary croaker Will have to die some day ; Perhaps he'll go to heaven And walk the golden way ; But when the shining pavements Hi- gloomy eyes behold, He'll 3hake liih head and mutter, " I — d-o-n't bo-lieve — they're gold."
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Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1991, 11 April 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)
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148The Croaker. Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1991, 11 April 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)
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