“Mother Clunn”

Remembered for her kindly deeds Back in years gone by— She served the hard old-timer’s needs, New-come to Samarai.

She had a cheery greeting For each and every one— ’Twas a pleasure to be meeting Our Dear Old “Mother Clunn!”

It happened many years ago, That she had a nasty fall She cannot ramble round and so Her friends on her must call.

On her verandah shady There’s a smile for every one- This charming dear old lady We know as “Mother Clunn.”

Her life held many sorrows— Yet life was well worth while; She thought of bright to-morrows, Met trouble with a smile.

The passing years are fleeting, Her days are nearly done— Soon Angels will be greeting Our Dear Old “Mother Clunn.”

Should old friends visit Samarai They must not miss that call— To know that they had passed her by Would hurt her most of all.

And she has been so very kind A host of friends she’s won— Where’er you go you’ll rarely find As good as “Mother Clunn.”

Papua.

Frank Pryke.