Sunday, November 1, 2015

Bringing Milk Down



The airship man rose to the sky
     All on an autumn day;
He took an empty pail along
     Upon his wayward way.
Up. up he went, far out of sight,
     His wife burst into tears;
He’d never gone from home so far
     In all their married years.

At length he reached the Milky Way
     Before a farmhouse door;
The farmer ne’er had seen the like
     Of such a thing before.
“How much is milk a quart up here?”
     He asked the farmer then;
“Down on the earth ‘tis eight or nine,
     And really milk is ten.”

“Milk? Milk is nothing, friend, up here,
     Of milk we have no end;
Our rivers all are made of milk
     Just milk away my friend.”
And then he filled his milking pail
     And bade the man good day;
A pipe line will be coming soon
     Down from the Milky Way.



Nov. 1, 1910



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