Riley farm-rhymes . ii ? *! V ^ now JOHN QUIT THE FARM And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word— Exceptin what the neighbers brung whod been to townand heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to in-quire If they could buy their goods there less and sell theirproduce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away,And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanksgivin- Day!The night before that day of thanks Ill never quite fergit,The wind a-howlin round the house—it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother—me a-tv/istin at the prongsOf a green scrub-ellum f
Riley farm-rhymes . ii ? *! V ^ now JOHN QUIT THE FARM And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word— Exceptin what the neighbers brung whod been to townand heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to in-quire If they could buy their goods there less and sell theirproduce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away,And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanksgivin- Day!The night before that day of thanks Ill never quite fergit,The wind a-howlin round the house—it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother—me a-tv/istin at the prongsOf a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs,And Mother sayin, David! Dazid! in a undertone,As though she thought that I was thinkin bad-words unbeknown. Ive dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow, Mother said,A-tryin to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head,— 7^ HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And the mince-meat Im a-mixin is perfection miglaty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich— Wholl eat em ? I-sa
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