O,
it’s nice to think of farming,
Of the hoeing of the corn;
Of
the driving cows to pasture,
On an early summer’s morn.
Of
the cutting down of timber
When the snow is all about;
O,
it’s nice to dream about it,
But to do it? Leave me out!
Nov.
9, ‘97
Ac.
by N.Y.
World,
Pub.
Jan. 6,
‘98
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