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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Municipal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Why is my District death-rate low?"<br>Said Binks of Hezabad.<br>"Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are<br>"My own peculiar fad.<br>"I learnt a lesson once, It ran<br>"Thus," quoth that most veracious man: --</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was an August evening and, in snowy garments clad,<br>I paid a round of visits in the lines of Hezabad;<br>When, presently, my Waler saw, and did not like at all,<br>A Commissariat elephant careering down the Mall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn't see he driver, and across my mind it rushed<br>That that Commissariat elephant had suddenly gone musth.<br>I didn't care to meet him, and I couldn't well get down,<br>So I let the Waler have it, and we headed for the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The buggy was a new one and, praise Dykes, it stood the strain,<br>Till he Waler jumped a bullock just above the City Drain;<br>And the next that I remember was a hurricane of squeals,<br>And the creature making toothpicks of my five-foot patent wheels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seemed to want the owner, so I fled, distraught with fear,<br>To the Main Drain sewage-outfall while he snorted in my ear --<br>Reached the four-foot drain-head safely and, in darkness and despair,<br>Felt the brute's proboscis fingering my terror-stiffened hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard it trumpet on my shoulder -- tried to crawl a little higher --<br>Found the Main Drain sewage outfall blocked, some eight feet up, with mire;<br>And, for twenty reeking minutes, Sir, my very marrow froze,<br>While the trunk was feeling blindly for a purchase on my toes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It missed me by a fraction, but my hair was turning grey<br>Before they called the drivers up and dragged the brute away.<br>Then I sought the City Elders, and my words were very plain.<br>They flushed that four-foot drain-head and -- it never choked again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may hold with surface-drainage, and the sun-for-garbage cure,<br>Till you've been a periwinkle shrinking coyly up a sewer.<br>I believe in well-flushed culverts. . . .<br>This is why the death-rate's small;<br>And, if you don't believe me, get shikarred yourself. That's all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</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=510833" data-title="Municipal de Rudyard Kipling" data-description=""Why is my District death-rate low?" Said Binks of Hezabad. "Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are "My own peculiar fad. "I learnt a lesson once, It ran "Thus," quoth that most veracious man: -- It was an Augus..."></div> </div> </div>
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