I.
One early morn, at half past nine,
Miss
Tillie Tatler woke
Out of a sound and troubled sleep,
She
thought someone had spoke.
She dressed and hurried to her yard
As
flustered as could be,
And sat upon her vision chair
To
see what she could see.
II.
And in her vision she beheld
A
cyclone bearing down
Like some grim monster from the sky
Upon
her native town.
And scorning breakfast she prepared
Immediately
to flee
And notify her neighbors all
Who
lived in Talegeree.
III.
She called the Mayor and his clerk,
Likewise
the sheriff too;
Related to them what she saw,
And
told them what to do.
She told them to live underground
And
put their streets below
So when the big cyclone should come
They
would not feel the blow.
IV.
And so they dug and dug and dug
All
night and through the day;
And everyone lived underground,
And
used their new subway.
And all the cows and goats and
sheep
From
everywhere around
Were corralled in old Talegeree
And
pastured underground.
V.
And then they waited for the storm
Alarmed
and full of fear,
And stationed guards on every hill
To
tell them when ‘twas near.
Alas for Tillie Tatler then,
There
came a little breez
Which scarcely stirred the dusty
streets
Or
leaves upon the trees.
VI.
The mayor got his auto out
And
went full speed ahead,
But Tillie had a splendid tart
And
homeward lightly sped.
She safely got inside her wall
Just
twenty inches high;
She knew the auto couldn’t jump,
In
fact it didn’t try.
May
29, ‘08
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