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Show Rippling' Rhymes j By WALT MASON. PROPH EC Y. The prophets afflicting are always predicting that evils are coming to pass; the oil we are pumping Is billed tor a slumping, an.l soon we won't have any gas The prophets are wailing wail-ing that coal mines are failing and soon we'll have nothing to burn; we'll sit up and shiver from wishbone to liver, and wish thai old times miqhi return Our lands are exhausted and husbandry's frosted and soon we'll have nothing lo eat, there's uot enough leather to make a good tether, and there'll be no shoes for our feet. The sheep are not bearing the wool for our wearing, and we'll have no rags for our backs, it's no world for boosters, our hens are all rooaters, our milk cows won't get down to tacks. The gods are against us, they've herded herd-ed and fenced us preparing to hand us a Jolt; the future's alarming, so let us be arming, for anarchy, riot, revolt And yet we're so silly we heed not the chilly and ominous words of the seers; we're joking and playing while doinjj our hayinpr. and yipplng and wagging our ears The talk of disaster, disas-ter, it seems, cannot master the natural nat-ural pep of the soul; we ought to be drooping, but gayly we're whooping while Inyjng in cordwood and coal. |