20
Not Understood
OUR PET KANGAROO.
(AN AUSTRALIAN IDYLL FOUNDED ON FACT.)
WE caught the young marsupial
One Winter ere he learned to spring,
His Ma was shot, and from her pouch,
Hopp’d forth the frisky little thing;
His story’s short—his mater’s tail
Was long, and made a rich ragout,
A novel and romantic feed,
We all enjoyed that Kangaroo.
One Winter ere he learned to spring,
His Ma was shot, and from her pouch,
Hopp’d forth the frisky little thing;
His story’s short—his mater’s tail
Was long, and made a rich ragout,
A novel and romantic feed,
We all enjoyed that Kangaroo.
The little orphan soon became
Our pet; he quite familiar got.
He jumped among the saucepans, though
His loving Ma had gone to pot;
He throve so well and grew so fat,
Our chef de cuisine, Chong Ah Loo,
Petitioned us to let him try
His skill upon the Kangaroo.
Our pet; he quite familiar got.
He jumped among the saucepans, though
His loving Ma had gone to pot;
He throve so well and grew so fat,
Our chef de cuisine, Chong Ah Loo,
Petitioned us to let him try
His skill upon the Kangaroo.
But no—we scorn’d so mean a trick,
And made the Tartar-tempter fly;
He spoke of soup, and we could see
The gravy in his almond eye—
His bitter almond eye, for he
Was cruel to be kind—“For you
Me makey soupy welly lich,
All samey puppy Kangaloo.”
And made the Tartar-tempter fly;
He spoke of soup, and we could see
The gravy in his almond eye—
His bitter almond eye, for he
Was cruel to be kind—“For you
Me makey soupy welly lich,
All samey puppy Kangaloo.”
But from that day Chong never dared
To make the same suggestion: we
Some kittens lost, but that was not
A serious catastrophe;
To make the same suggestion: we
Some kittens lost, but that was not
A serious catastrophe;
