. Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse. p up into the hay-loft, and fill all o the empty racks;You may talk o the thing, the coldest, you ve heerd of since yer 1 swear at a pitchfork handles bout the coldest thing on earth. An next I d clean out the stable, while the horses munched their the cows were bellerin breakfast, an rooster tootin his horn,An the ducks, an geese, an gobblers all quackin an struttin the pigs in the pen Jes stai vin, an squealin fer all git out—Each nose pokin over the railin, an all clamorin loud for more,When corn round the pen lay scattered,
. Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse. p up into the hay-loft, and fill all o the empty racks;You may talk o the thing, the coldest, you ve heerd of since yer 1 swear at a pitchfork handles bout the coldest thing on earth. An next I d clean out the stable, while the horses munched their the cows were bellerin breakfast, an rooster tootin his horn,An the ducks, an geese, an gobblers all quackin an struttin the pigs in the pen Jes stai vin, an squealin fer all git out—Each nose pokin over the railin, an all clamorin loud for more,When corn round the pen lay scattered, at I d thrown em the night before;Jes like a lot o fool people, who stuff till their appetites clog,Who ve everything an more n they want, but continue to squeal like a hog;An the calves and sheep were proclaimin they al?o needed my care,An kep up a barnyard concert, until each liad gotten his share;Its with animals a^ with people. Dads savin right often lookin fer others to feed em, they git the sleep out o their Then I ^d grease the big Studebaker,—give each o^ the wheels a spin,An jar off the mud from the felloes, an insert the old return the jack to the tool-house (kickin the calves from my way),Then blow out the old tin lantern, fer by this time twas light as day;An the bell wuz ringin fer breakfast, when I d go back to the house—And break the ice in the rain-barl, an give my face a dowse; 81 88 11 yere tired o^ harborin a snoozer, good fer nothin but sleep an eat;Jes give him a mornin job like this, an ef he do nt wake up, Ill may not entirely reform him, but it 11 test his metal sure,An fer huggin the fire fore breakfast, cum purty nigh bein a cure;Its oft that sayin o Dads cums up, fer I ve noted with mucli suiprise,That most o boys grow up to be men, with the sleep still in their eyes. An most o men live out a life o mingled dream an mistake,Fer the simple reason that in their youths they never got wide s some
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