Show Just r Folks Folk Q i K s By EDGAR A. A GUEST BUSINESS POLICY As I stepped in fri the butchers butcher's shop A little dog slipped through the thedoor thedoor door dOOl With mangy coat and ears alop The kindly man who owned the store Said Just a minute sir to me inc Ill bet if but the truth were vere known That dogs dog's as nc hungry as M can be And then he toss tossed d him out a a. bone But while we chatted In there came A man whose face was WIlS blue with cold His garb hung loosely on his hisham frame ham The butcher heard tho the tale he told Then said Im Tin sorry Not today And then to justify the case I heard him say I I cant can't have beggars round the place How strangely rutted we have grown In all our thinking Rules we make For all we do and all wo we own And all nIl we give and all 11 we take Even our mercies we wo arrange To suit our purpose best we can Nor did the thc butcher think it strange To feed the dog and not the them m man an Copyright 1935 Edgard A A. A Guest |