Riley farm-rhymes . - is the best; But the sweetest slice of all I ever wedged in my head,Is the old Edingburg jMounting-sprout, of the west. You dont want no punkins nigh jour wortermelonvines—Cause, some-way-another, theyll spile your melons,shore;—Ive seed em taste like punkins, from the core to the rines,Which may be a fact you have heerd of before. But your melons thats raised right and tended to withcare,You can walk around amongst em with a parents prideand thump em on the heads with as fatherly a airAs ef each one of them was your little girl er vt^d;^ ,a^>k.

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