This is the slacker, all shaven and shorn,
who drives a car with a tooting horn, and
laughs at the farmer weary and worn, and his
wife at work in the early morn, hoeing potatoes
and beets and corn, because the son, who
to them was born, is in front of the battle, all
tattered and torn, still manning the gun that
killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that
Fritz built.
This is the maid who treats with scorn the
shifty slacker, all shaven and shorn, and his
shining car with the tooting horn, but honors
the farmer weary and worn, and his wife who
helps him hoe the corn, and milk the cows
in the early morn, for she loves the son who
to them was born, who in front of the battle
all tattered and torn, still mans the gun that
killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that
Fritz built!
Nursery Rhymes
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TEN LITTLE SLACKERS
Ten little slackers standing in a line,
One went to U. S., then there were nine.
Nine little slackers out for a skate,
One broke his leg and then there were eight.
Eight little slackers playing odd and even,
Got in a mix up and then there were seven.
Seven little slackers sucking sugar sticks,
One got dyspepsia, then there were six.
Six little slackers only half alive,
One got married and then there were five.
Five little slackers were such a bore
The fool killer got one, then there were four.
Four little slackers out on a spree,
Auto turned turtle, and then there were three.
Three little slackers in a canoe,
Simpleton rocked the boat, then there were two.
Two little slackers, one was a Hun,
He got imprisoned, then there was one.
One little slacker, war nearly won,
He got conscripted, then there were none.
One little, two little, three little slackers,
Four little, five little, six little slackers,
Seven little, eight little, nine little slackers,
Ten little slacker men.