Now ye’ve never got to worry—I’m the one to
take the lead,
Things were gettin’ kind o’ logy—guess I’ll
have to put on speed.
An’ as now I head the fam’ly, an’ you’re sort
of on the shelf,
Guess I’ll”—John he took the webbin’s—
“guess I’d better drive, myself.”
Wal, s’r, Uncle Tascus pondered, pondered,
pondered all that day.