The Farmer of 1910

“Jerry, git out my automobile,

     Lemme see, the big one, I reck’;

I wanter look over the farm today,

     An’ I’m goin’ to ride, by heck!

Time was when I tramped around the farm,

     Or drove an ol’ hoss, you know;

But now I kin wheel in my automobile,

     Come, Jerry, don’t move so slow.

An’ Jerry, fill up fur a good long run,

     I’m goin’ to town, I be,

To buy that cottage I seen last week,

     That cottage down by the sea.

An’ Jerry, put in my evenin’ clothes,

     An’ my plug hat, don’t you know;

I’m goin’ to stay in town all night,

     An’ take in the burlesque show.

An’ Jerry, I’m goin’ to take along

     A bundle of good long green;

If I find the right style I’m thinkin’ somen’at

     Uv buyin’ a flyin’ machine.

Now Jerry, just let her feel the speed,

     We kin dodge the law’s long arm,”

And away went Hiram Ezekiel Jones

     Of Mountain and Valley Farm.

June 29, ‘10