The Lagoon Blues
p. 85 · Read in the full issue
as heard by
“That Passing Mosquito”
Like thunder, dawn, across the bay; Like lightning comes the glow of day; Like shafts of hope, the poets tell — We’ve seen it and it is like—well!
Like fairy flutes, the song of birds; Like long forgotten magic words; Like notes upon a silver bell; Like raucous shrieks from out of — well!
Like spells, the Islands’ magic charm, Will banish all disease and harm.
The. common cold has heard its knell, Ah-tish-oo! Oh please go to —well!
Like dragons at their fearsome play.
Destruction tears its frightful way.
The skies above hurl rain pell-mell.
But more than that, it pours like— well!
Like shutters drawn, the light of day, Is crashed upon its sudden way.
Like curtains drawn the darkness fell.
We brightly say, “Like (censored) well!”
This fairy tale of modern times, We’ll gladly leave for cooler climes.
But our life there’s an empty shell — Our hearts are in this Tropic—well! ft Mr. J. E. Windrum, British Agent and Consul in Tonga since 1949, left Nukualofa on retirement on August 10. His successor, Mr. C. R. H.
Nott, arrived in Nukualofa on the same day, to commence duties.