Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1920-04-14 | Page 4 | Rippling Rhymes

Rippling Rhymes By WALT MASON. v '1 THE SPRING CHORE. Spring Is brightening the valleys, that were lately brown and gray, and ! It's time to clean the alloys, carting; all the trash away; all the cast-ofl shoes and bonnets, and the cat that reached Its end. and the punk rejected sonnets that the local pool penned. Spring isjiinting now of roses, and wshonld 'to duly rise, for old Irah of fends our noses, and it's painful (o the eyes. Spring is whispering of lilies, lil-ies, whlsporl'ng in every breeze; and that town imparts the fl!lfes which i no springtime clean-up sees. There is litter by your stable, there's a dead cow by your door; toil as hard ns vou are able, that thoy may bo there no more. For such things insult our sonses, and they aggravate and vex; nnd wo ought to paint our fencps, shaye ourselves, and wash our neck1?. All the world is bright and sunny, shining till It seems like new; and 1 think it mighty funny if we are not shining too. Bear away the long dead Tabby, all tho truck - of yesteryear; clean up, for the town that's shabby is an eyesore to the ear.