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Show HOBS! SEKS LIS I IMSII. A horse cut into a field one day, Full of two-dollar corn nnd expensive hay, Saw something which made his breath come short. While he cavorted with a plunge and a snort. "I've seen all kinds of bugs," said he, "Rut this here thing looks different to me. Denied if I ever saw such a Roach With wheers for lers and seats like a coach." He sccratched hi: head and flapped his ears, While the strange insect kept coming near; Making a noise like a worried Flivver, While Mr. Horse had a nervous shiv-ver. shiv-ver. The hug came close he could see it bow; He saw it was pulling along a plow;' And the plow was diggin' and diggin' Heep. 'Twas a sight to make the. angels weep. For here was a job that belonged to a horse, And the poor old plug was worried, of course. Years had passed since he'd worked with a carriage, And even now he slept in a garage. And now he saw the end of it all He was losing even the right to a stall. There was nothing left, if he couldn't plow, So to gasoline he made his bow. The bug he saw was a Smith-Form-a- Tractor, Among up-to-date farmers a mighty, big factor; And the horss was right when he said to himself, "I see my finish- I'm laid on the shelf." Adv. I |