“It
beats all holler how the world
Will take a man’s idees,
An’
not give credit for the same,”
Said Uncle Abner Pease.
“Here
I hev preached for forty year
That farmin’ life’s the best;
That
farmers folks are better off
Than any uv the rest.”
“I’ve
said it o’er an’ o’er ag’in,
An’ told the reason why;
I’ve
pictured it in glowin’ terms,
An’ spread it fur an’ nigh.
I’ve
‘lowed the tillin’ uv the soil
Wuz best fur all mankind;
An
‘ev’ry man around this town
Says, ‘Hump’ an’ scratched his mind.
An’
now the pollerticians chaps,
From Taft all down the line,
Are
praisin’ farmin’ to the skies –
That old idée of mine.
Beats
all how big men uv the world
Will steal a chap’s idees;
Next
one I git I’m goin’ to keep,”
Says Uncle Abner Pease.
March
1, 1910
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