The Thoughtless Farmer.

The Thoughtless Farmer.
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A Parody-Speech for a Boy.
A thoughtless farmer. so they say,
Carelessly threw his crops away;
So far beyond his reach they flew,
The farmer knew not what to do.

For in them was a season’s work, Ills family’s toil, with not a shirk,-
The wages he had hoped to gain,
From selling pork and beef and grain.

Around him blew the wintry wind,
Keen, cutting through his garments thin:
But when he’d buy his winter clothes.
The price was high, dear goodness knows.

The farmer thus was sore perplexed,
And in his very soul was vexed.
But who’s to blame? Ile dumped his stuff,
And thought they paid him then enough.

By chance there passed another man,
Who had with him a different plan-
A plan he called A. S. of E..
That showed what farmers ought to be.

“Dear friend.” said he, “you now complain,
You got too little for your grain;
Stand up for Equity with us.
And quit this everlasting fuss.

“Act like a man; take good advice;
Don’t dump your stuff; stick to your price;
And then, when winter comes again,
You’ll have no reason to complain.