Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maori's Wool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; <br>Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; <br>They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done <br>They pacified their conquered foes by eating every one. <br>But now-a-days about the pahs in idleness they lurk, <br>Prepared to smoke or drink or talk -- or anything but work. <br>The richest tribe in all the North in sheep and horse and cow, <br>Were those who led their simple lives at Rooti-iti-au. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas down to town at Wellington a noble Maori came, <br>A Rangatira of the best, Rerenga was his name -- <br>(The word Rerenga means a &quot;snag&quot; -- but until he was gone <br>This didn't strike the folk he met -- it struck them later on). <br>He stalked into the Bank they call the &quot;Great Financial Hell&quot;, <br>And told the Chief Financial Fiend the tribe had wool to sell. <br>The Bold Bank Manager looked grave -- the price of wool was high. <br>He said, &quot;We'll lend you what you need -- we're not disposed to buy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You ship the wool to England, Chief! -- You'll find it's good advice, <br>And meanwhile you can draw from us the local market price.&quot; <br>The Chief he thanked them courteously and said he wished to state <br>In all the Rooti-iti tribe his mana would be freat, <br>But still the tribe were simple folk, and did not understand <br>This strange finance that gave them cash without the wool in hand. <br>So off he started home again, with trouble on his brow, <br>To lay the case before the tribe at Rooti-iti-au. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They held a great korero in the Rooti-iti clan, <br>With speeches lasting half a day from every leading man. <br>They called themselves poetic names -- &quot;lost children in a wood&quot;; <br>They said the Great Bank Manager was Kapai -- extra good! <br>And so they sent Rerenga down, full-powered and well-equipped, <br>To draw as much as he could get, and let the wool be shipped; <br>And wedged into a &quot;Cargo Tank&quot;, full up from stern to bow, <br>A mighty clip of wool went Home from Rooti-iti-au. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the Bold Bank Manager who drew a heavy cheque; <br>Rerenga cashed it thoughtfully, then clasped him round the neck; <br>A hug from him was not at all a thing you'd call a lark -- <br>You see he lived on mutton-birds and dried remains of shark -- <br>But still it showed his gratitude; and, as he pouched the pelf, <br>&quot;I'll haka for you, sir,&quot; he said, &quot;in honour of yourself!&quot; <br>The haka is a striking dance -- the sort they don't allow <br>In any place more civilized than Rooti-iti-au. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He &quot;haka'd&quot; most effectively -- then, with an airy grace, <br>Rubbed noses with the Manager, and vanished into space. <br>But when the wool return came back, ah me, what sighs and groans! <br>For every bale of Maori wool was loaded up with stones! <br>Yes -- thumping great New Zealand rocks among the wool they found; <br>On every rock the bank had lent just eighteen-pence a pound. <br>And now the Bold Bank Manager, with trouble on his brow, <br>Is searching vainly for the chief from Rooti-iti-au.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344123" data-title="The Maori's Wool de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; 
Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; 
They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done 
They pacified their conquered foes by eating every one. 
But ..."></div>
</div>
</div>