You
kin slide down on your flyers, uv the modern fancy make,
All
fillergreed ith gew-gaws, ‘ith a ‘lectric bell an’ break;
But
fur good ol’ fashun slidin’, slow an’ sure, ithout no fear,
Gimme
‘at ‘ere ol’ pigsticker what I yuster like tur steer.
Toboggernin’
ain’t nowhere side uv thet ol’ sled uv mine,
How
well I kin remember ‘bout the p’ints uv her design!
She
hed hup iron runners onner, ‘at I uster shine ‘ith keer,
Did
‘at lightnin’ ol’ pigsticker, what I yuster like tur steer.
When
it comes tew her deemensions, twon’t be puttin’ it too strong
Tew
say the dear ol’ critter wuz ez broad ez she wuz long;
An’
she wuz red frum stem to stern, a color dad hel’ dear,
Wuz
‘at rumblin’ ol’ pigsticker, what I yustrer like tur steer.
But
all the children liked her an’ we slid sometimes three deep,
An’
she would go ‘thout shovin’, ef the hill wuz purty steep;
But
she wouldn’ jump no distance, which we allus thought wuz queer,
No
spring hed thet pigsticker, what I yuster like tur steer.
But
‘at wuz many years ago, my slidin’ days hev slid,
But
oftentimes I wander back to when I wuz a kid;
An’
now, ef I wuz goin’ tur slide, I’d ruther hev right here,
Thet
lightnin’ ol’ pigsticker, what I yuster
like tur steer.
Sept.
17, 1894
Pub.
in B. Courier,
Dec.
6, 1895
Pigsticker
– A
Connecticut colloquialism for a sled with a pointed front.
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