7 JULY 1928, Page 23

Lighter Lyrics

The Cow THROUGH the deep hayfield Where tall grasses bow, In and out

And round about Roamed the happy Cow. Nibbling the sorrel leaves, - Plucking at the clover, Happiest of happy beeves All the world over !

" Marion 1 Marion !

Teatime, Marion ! "

Oh what a bother ! Is she calling me ? Mummy dear, not now !

, Can't you see that ,I'm a Cow ? And a Cow never comes in to tea I

- JOCELYN C. LEA.