Of his father's love—and guineas,—
May fall to his share as he homeward lies,
When the husks have lost their flavour.
My calf? Well, it does not greet my eyes,
And I don't yet sniff its savour.
I'm a prodigal GRANDY-PANDY, oh!
Retired from Mashona-landy, oh!
I'm left like a laggard. Grim RIDER HAGGARD
(Whose fiction is "blood-and-brandy," oh!)
Says Africa always comes handy, oh!