3 DECEMBER 1927, Page 23

Swallow The

A CERTAIN young fellow

Was wont to carouse Till night found him mellow, ToO mellow to dowse The glim of his candle Or take off his does, Or even to dandle The shoes from his toes.

The morns found him merry, Still dressed for to dine, His nose, like a berry, Red-coloured with wine. His God-ma, (a fairy), Cried, " Nibble my nails I You must be contrary To breakfast in tails ! Though others may stickle For etiquette, you Remind me a miclde Of some parvenu !

Excuse me ! " she tittered, Her besom she whirred, And straightway he flittered In form of a bird !

This morning he follows The path of the gales— The neatest of swallows, In iprucest of tails Arrayed for a razzle, When slumber time ebbs, Ills shirt-front must dazzle The sparrows (or plebs).

BARBARA EVPIIAN TODD;