After Many a Coner

I quite enjoy my visitors, I like them quite a lot, In jungle wild, as well we knc They brighten up our lot.

Indeed, there’s nothing half so Upon the tropic shore, As seeing friendly figures cor Or peer around the door.

The Joneses are the only one We may not like to see: The children are bespotted, And the children number thr The first one yowls, the baby hi The third’s an evil child: It pulls the dahlias by their 11 And makes the pussy wild.

And Mrs. Jones is very ill, Or has been in her day, And when she’s been in hospi They’ve Taken Most Away.

But large the world and small Jones, To-day I’ll waste the hours, Take off the shoes, put up the; Forget about the flowers.

Yes, Mario, what is it now?

A Masta at the door. . .

Why, Mr. Jones, well, what a tl The pinnace at the shore!

And broken down for days,. think.

The engine missing beats. . . .

And Mrs. Jones and family. , Mario, bring the sheets!

Noelle Maso

Bougainville, '