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Show A DAIRYMAN'S DREAM A farmer sat on his old stono fence, Waiting for milk to reach four cents; The grass grew up and- tickled his feet, 'Till he awoke from his pipe drehin sleep. (And to himself said) "I've milked tho cows slnco 1 was r, lad, A darn site moro than I wish I had; And sold tho milk to foppish sort, Who slips It down to Greater Now York. , - j). That guy was here, tho other day, And said his business did not pay; He said that milk would bo much ' lower, And not go up 'till tho war was ovyr. Then tho Inspector come, whose hah' was gray, v And bothered us whllo making hay; Ho nailed a sign up ln our stable, With rules galore, this fool gazable. Theso rules require us to milk, In cloths that's whlto and clean ns silk; Then strain tho milk In another shed, Sixty feet off, Is what Is said. Wo oven buy tho butter wo eat, Which costs us moro than docs the meat; Both theso wo get from neighbor Hrlggs, For ho sells calves, nnd hogs and Pigs. Look nt Brlgg8 now, ho owns his farm And Just has built a big now barn; Ho never sold tho milk they sny, But richer grows from day to day. I'll do Hko Itriggs, It'll not bo mran, To keep nil thomllk and chum that cream ; No moro of our milk will go to that sucker, We'll keep It at homo and mako Into butter. Author Unknown, |