THE RURAL SHEET.
The rural paper is a peach without a single doubt,
It is patent on the inside, patent medicine without;
Yet it giveth information both select and wide of reach
From a card of thanks for kindness to a double column preach;
It tells about the infant at the home of Bill and wife,
And it gives a thrilling storiette replete with love and strife;
It says the roads are passable though slightly out of shape,
An obituary notice names survivors wearing crepe;
It has a bristling column full of legislative news,
And when you have the cold or croup it tells you what to use;
Its special news to farmers is both choice and up-to-date
And it recommends the tablets that will keep your liver straight;
It is warmly Democratic and agin the robber class,
And although it hates the railroads it will sometimes use a pass;
The editor’s a pungent cuss and calls a spade a spade,
And he takes subscriptions right along in any kind of trade;
The paper is a weekly, but be careful how you spell,
And “drop around to see us when you’ve anything to sell.”