The Mower Once More

Now doth the glad suburbanite ransack his storeroom o’er,

And pull from out its resting place his well-beloved mower.

The mower with which he mowed his lawn a year or more ago,

The mower he longs to see once more because he loves it so.

The more he sees his painted mower the more he thinks it fine,

This mower who mows his lawn each morn whether it rain or shine.

The mower pulls out his mower once more to sharpen it anew,

The mower needs not be sharpened more but it’s the thing to do.

March 13, 1904