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I knew a girl who was so pure She couldn't say the word "manure." Indeed her modesty was such She wouldn't pass a rabbit hutch. And butterflies upon the wing Would make her blush like anything.

That lady is a gardener now And all her views have changed somehow. She squashes green fly with her thumb And knows how little snow-drops come. In fact the garden she has got Has broadened out her mind a lot.

REG

ARKELL

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 28, 5 January 1940, Page 43

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Untitled New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 28, 5 January 1940, Page 43

Untitled New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 28, 5 January 1940, Page 43

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