Show Toanrr BROWN BY Jv CLARK HARDY Im jest discouraged said Mr Brown To his wife one day a he came from town Taint no use eendln our Tom to school Hell liever be nothin but jest a fool He studies like blazes the teacher said But ha cant get no tin through his head The lamination hell never pass Hes the dullest boy in the hull blamed class Tom may be dull aid Mrs Brown But hes jest the steadiest boy In town Talnt always the brightest that win the day But the ones that jest keep pegsin away His skull may be a little thick But he cant be beat on rithtnetic And any time he would leave his meals To work at pulleys and pinions and wheels Hes built an engine that runs by steam And a sawmill down by the medder stream I i know hes slow but he aint no fool And I tell ye Tommy is goin to school So Mrs Brown she had her say And womanlike she carried the day Tom stuck to his books with flogged vim And mastered each with a purpose grim Said 1 love1 and you love and they love too With a fine contempt for the loving crew Thundered through rhetoric dry and stale In Greek and Latin grew thin and pale With progress slow but sure as fate At last poor Tom was a graduate Then down beside the meadow stream For days and days he would sit and dream And the house was filled with models and plans Of engines and motors and derricks and rams And his father gravely shook his head And to his mother sadly said What good did it do ye to send him to school I told ye Tom was a tarnal fool One day the papers were made to ring With A great invention a wondetfui thing They called the Inventor a man of renown re-nown And said that his name was Thomas Brown I allers told ye his father said That Tom vas a genius born and bred And anybody could plainly see With half an eye he was jest like me And I spose said his mother In accents ac-cents cool Thats why you called him a tarnal fool |