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OFF FOR THE SOTIK DISTRICT. 
by Miss Shooter, in the course of a sketch, entitled “ A Tale of the 
Chase/’ It ran as follows: 
‘‘ FELIS LEO.’^ 
A lion lurked in his lonely lair, 
As African lions do, 
For he liked to be where he could get a share. 
Of a nice little buck with a slice of luck. 
In our wonderful Nature zoo. 
His large inside he nightly fed with zebra or hartebeest instead. 
“ There isn’t a scrap of doubt,” said he, 
“ This diet’s exceedingly good for me, 
“ For I grow fat, fat, fatter. 
” What on earth does it mat, mat, matter, 
‘‘If the way that I creep, on the beasts in their sleep, 
“ Makes the poor things scat, scat, scatter.” 
Fie hunted game in the moonshine bright. 
With never a thought of harm. 
But he got quite a fright, when there hove in sight, 
Teddy armed to the teeth with a knife and sheath. 
And a rifle beneath his arm. 
The Colonel plugged him with a laugh. 
While Kermit took his photograph. 
Said he, “ Those Wall Street boys would cry, 
• “If they knew how near I’d been to die, 
“ Oh, this country’s bull, bull, bully, 
“ I’ve enjoyed it full, full, fully. 
“For it euchres the best they can show in the West, 
“ That’s so wild and wool, wool, wooly.” 
Another song, entitled ''B. E. A.” (British East Africa), 
recounted some of Colonel Roosevelt’s experiences in the colony, 
as follows: 
B. E. A. 
(With apologies to Kipling.) 
At the port of Kilindini, 
Looking eastward ’cross the main; 
We welcomed Teddy Roosevelt, 
As we hope to do again. 
