Salt Lake Telegram | 1923-04-10 | Page 7 | More Truth than Poetry

1 y I More Truth Than Poetry 1 1 By JAMES J J. J MONTAGUE e to THE FALSE FILSE PROPHET The robin roosted on his bough Outside the kitchen door v t He raised his voice olce and said as how t t That winter was no more snore His Ilia word Is is' is all an that we require v k Without a clouding doubt We calmly let the furnace fire tIre Go out The robin perched upon the stoop To shelter sheller from the storm A cough suggestive of or the croup don Convulsed his feathered form torm And with a Justifiable Ire IreThe ireI ire Jre- I The angrI angriest t tot of ot men men men- We v ent a 6 the furnace fire tire A Again I. I S 0 The robIn ral raised ed his clarion voice yolee And sang sang i In In accents clear That everybody Y should rejoice spring once more was here And though we e felt he be was waa a liar Again his tip Tie Tie- tried we-tried ve- ve tried And let let tha te newly lighted fire tire Subside tf t The robins robin's In the kitchen now nowA now now- A A. snug and afe retreat retreat- His former perch upon the bough Is glazed wIth chilly sleet And neither he nor well go out Till winter slips Its t tether J r. r That bird dont don't know linow a thing about Th The weather Th f fare r ie that a a taxi driver must st. bave have been another taxi driver spending his day off ott In the only fashion that appe appealed ed t to him j