Abner Satisfied

Said Ol Bill Jones, the grocer man,

     To Abner Pickett ‘tother day,

“Why don’t you git a runabout

     An’ hev a little style, I say?

You could come down an’ git the mail

     In ha’f the time you do it now;

Ef I hed ha’f the means you’ve got,

     I’d hev a runabout, I vow.”

Said Abner Pickett, then, to Bill,

     “Ef I wuz only rich ez you,

I’d hev a dozen clerks in here

     An’ hev a head bookkeeper, too.

I hev to runt about the farm’      

     I’m jest ez busy ez kin be;

I chase the cows an’ chase the hens,

     That’s runabout enough fur me!”

Said Ol Bill Jones the grocer man,

     “Why don’t you git an airship, hey?

Then you could sail above the town

     An’ look down on the common clay?

Ef I hed money, same ez you,

     No one to s’port but gal and wife,

Considerin’ how cheap they be

     I’d hev an airship, bet your life.”

Said Abner Picket, then to Bill,

     “If I’d a groc’ry store like you

I’d sell airplanes an’ runabouts,

     An’ trolley cars an’ warships, too.

My gal’s jest back from boardin’ school,

     She’s got a title or degree;

When she sails out, her college hat

     Is aeroplane enough for me!”

Nov. 9 , ‘09