To Mick, an Aviator.

Micky, what's this? Have you too caught the fever,
Preparing thus with aeroplane and bomb
To send the Teuton or that gay deceiver,
The Jap, to Kingdom Come?
What blue-eyed maiden from the land of Von,
Her lover slain, will you be taking up?
What Nippon "boy" shall hand around the non-inebriating cup,
And draw, to please you, with Mongolian skill
His native long-bow? Who would now deny
That Hunter's voice may cease to charm the Hill,
And Picken's pen go dry,
When you, who promised so much better things,
Will give your law-books, Garrow's notes and all,
For a propeller and a pair of wings,
Bound soon or late to fall?

—F