Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round. <br />With the price of turkeys on the bound, <br />And coal, by gum! Thet were just found, <br />Is surely gettin' cheaper. <br /> <br />The winds will soon begin to howl, <br />And winter, in its yearly growl, <br />Across the medders begin to prowl, <br />And Jack Frost gettin' deeper. <br /> <br />By shucks! It seems to me, <br />That you I orter be <br />Thankful, that our Ted could see <br />A way to operate it. <br /> <br />I sez to Mandy, sure, sez I, <br />I'll bet thet air patch o' rye <br />Thet he'll squash 'em by-and-by, <br />And he did, by cricket! <br /> <br />No use talkin', he's the man - <br />One of the best thet ever ran, <br />Fer didn't I turn Republican <br />One o' the fust? <br /> <br />I 'lowed as how he'd beat the rest, <br />But old Si Perkins, he hemmed and guessed, <br />And sed as how it wuzn't best <br />To meddle with the trust.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ezra-on-the-strike/
