The Story of a Spy-er

Our speaker went to Fiji Because they asked him to, As Moses sent to Canaan His young men the land to view. Our speaker's back from Fiji And he told us what he knew.

Our speaker went to Fiji— My word! He thought it grand— He drew a glowing picture Of that pleasant tropic land; They never lack bananas, So that soulful song is banned.

Our speaker went to Fiji, And what would please us most He thought would be the railway Running on the Western Coast. For freight is hauled for nothing! Why! We near gave up the ghost.

Our speaker said round Fiji Were islands in a ring, A choice of some two hundred For the "man who would be king." It's the rule that all his subjects To his feet their earnings bring.

So why should we, the speaker said, Present a smoking set To the Presidents retiring? It would be a better bet To offer each an island; Supreme they'd carry on, Propose and second motions And pass them all nem: con.