If
you have got something to sell
Just bring it around to me;
I
am the easiest old fish
That ever you did see.
I
bite at anything that drops
Beneath my waiting nose;
And
anglers wait outside my door
In long and patient rows.
The
nursery man, the lightning rod,
The man with mining stocks;
The
journal club, the patent churn,
The man who peddles clocks.
The
man who deals in farming tools,
The shark in real estate;
Book
agents, patent medicines,
All come within my gate.
If
you have got some goods to sell
No matter what they be,
Please
do not pass my house without
I have a chance to see.
Can’t
bear to think that anyone
Would pass without a call;
I’ve
got the buying habit now,
And want to buy it all.
Oct.
12, ‘09
For
Sunday Oct. 17, 09.
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