Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses

Tar and Feathers

      Oh! the circus swooped down
      On the Narrabri town,
  For the Narrabri populace moneyed are;
      And the showman he smiled
      At the folk he beguiled
  To come all the distance from Gunnedah.

      But a juvenile smart,
      Who objected to 'part',
  Went in 'on the nod', and to do it he
      Crawled in through a crack
      In the tent at the back,
  For the boy had no slight ingenuity.

      And says he with a grin,
      'That's the way to get in;
  But I reckon I'd better be quiet or
      They'll spiflicate me,'
      And he chuckled, for he
  Had the loan of the circus proprietor.

      But the showman astute
      On that wily galoot
  Soon dropped, and you'll say that he leathered him —
      Not he; with a grim
      Sort of humorous whim,
  He took him and tarred him and feathered him.

      Says he, 'You can go
      Round the world with a show,
  And knock every Injun and Arab wry;
      With your name and your trade,
      On the posters displayed,
  The feathered what-is-it from Narrabri.'

      Next day for his freak,
      By a Narrabri beak,
  He was jawed with a deal of verbosity;
      For his only appeal
      Was 'professional zeal' —
  He wanted another monstrosity.

      Said his worship, 'Begob!
      You are fined forty bob,
  And six shillin's costs to the clurk!' he says.
      And the Narrabri joy,
      Half bird and half boy,
  Has a 'down' on himself and on circuses.