OCR Text |
Show : Rippling Rhymes 6 WALT MASON. v " P v i moo Old Mexico's been aching a long and wear time; and every day, on breaking, rings In new curves In crime; her trumps of war are toot-InK. toot-InK. her heroes callyhoollng, and some one's busy shooting as I produce pro-duce this rhyme. She springs a In and new ruler. arr.ic-d In brass and plush, next he'q in the cooler or sprinting for the brush, avengers hike It hind nlm, as "traitor" they've defined de-fined him, and balls and buckshot rrlnd htm and halt his frenzied rush. Old Mexico la plastered with wealth of every sort, and If the chumps were masten d who paw around and snort, she well might be lop-sided with "profits undivided." her robes would be provided with diamonds by the quart. Her hills are full of rubles hfjf plains are rich with grnsa- her fiery, martial boobies might raise fine (car-dn (car-dn sa.-. Ih-N fli l i l irure renter In ch.u-in; sonn' cheap traitor, to seat some "liberator" attired in plush and brass. ld If extco was serappliiK he-forc he-forc the world war's sturt ; and still her men arc yapping and shooting up the mart, the way they're raUlng thunder and treading chances under and boosting senselc-sa plunder would break a sane man's heart. oo |