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Ranch and Range
FATHER AND SON (Poetic Contribution to the Lariet Lyre)
His tough old dad was wont to drive
Thro' here in days of old A freight outfit and by its side
He walked and cussed, we're told. But now his son, all minus brains,
Goes chug-chug down the street; He owns an auto, dontcherknow,
And thinks he's IT complete.
The old man used to think it sport
To fight and paw around, And have the bodies of his foes
All prostrate on the ground; But mention fight to Willie dear,
He'd "scweam" for help, you know, And if a tree was standing near,
He'd up it quickly go.
The old man used to think it fine
To grab a flap-jack and To feed his face with nothing but
The fingers on his hand. Now Willie nibbles Bran-o-food,
Quite pretty and quite sweet, And has a clean napkin, you know,
Whene'er he starts to eat.
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