Was too much price for Pratt’s new barn.
“But let me tell ye this, my son,
Me’n them boards warn’t there for fun.
I held one underneath each arm;
The ends stuck out
In front about
Ten feet. I held ’em aidge to aidge
And made a fust-class kind of wedge.
I grit my teeth. There was a calm
For jest a minit, kind o’ ’s ef