Cousin Emilia Testo

Miss Emilia St. John spent innumerable hours in pursuit of butterflies, bugs and wild flowers She cared not a fig what the villagers thought of her pith helmet, net and large khaki shorts. Tired of Towbridge and sedate village life And never content to be any man's wife she embarked on a voyage to India by ship Bid her father, the Rector, 'So long' and 'Pip, pip'. In Baghdad a young boy of Sepoy descent Accompanied the Memsahib wherever she went Into the mountains west of Zanzibar In search for rare species for her kiling jar. In Rangoon the Sultan of diminutive size, Made improper suggestions over jellied sheeps eyes, In China the Viceroy gave her cause for concern When the tattle at tiffin took an unsavoury turn. So on through the swamplands and regions unknown, Where the crocodile backs served as their stepping stones, The intrepid Emilia with her butterfly net, Last seen on a cycle en route to Tibet.