As Between Pensioners

''Tis precious stuff,' said old George Jones 'When men sore needs a fall; Tho' how or why it comes, I owns I ain't got clear at all. Some sez that in the sun, a spot Controls it in some way.' 'It's this 'ere wireless, like as not,' Said old Pete Parraday. 'Wireless,' scoffed grey-haired Joey Park. 'Wot wireless did they use When ole man Noah sailed the ark? It's them black cockytoos. Last week I seen more than a few, An' then wot did I say ' ''Tis wireless - I'm tellin' you!' Said old Pete Parraday. 'Cockies? Sun-spots?' said Daddy Shore, 'Jist foolish talk an' vain. It's this 'ere Abbysinian war An' guns as causes rain. Ain't it been proved by natcharil laws Time an' again, the way ' 'It's this 'ere wireless is the cause,' Said old Pete Parraday. Said old George Jones, 'Ain't you ashamed To talk the way you do? It's providence gits mostly blamed When things is lookin' blue. Ain't the rain now due? For ain't we got O'er all this world full sway?' 'Too right. But wireless helps a lot,' Said old Pete Parraday.