I Believe!
p. 86 · Read in the full issue
I know a place where red hibiscus thrives, And cold-clime foreigners break out in hives; Bananas grow as big as liver-wurst, And those who do not buy a few are cursed.
Where ants abound, and Rhino beetles lope, And most efficient servants steal the soap, And everyone grows fat, inclined to laze Beneath the nearest tree in noon day haze.
Where corn is standing ten to twelve feet high, And people seldom cheat, or tell a lie.
And luscious maidens sway in hula skirts, And women aren’t obliged to iron men’s shirts, And there’s no need to worry overmuch, About the sales tax, income tax and such.
I know this place, although I haven’t been ; And must believe it, though I haven’t seen — Whenever Islands people roam abroad, They tell these tales around the table-board.
Joyce E. Erikson,
Newcastle, NSW.