It’s when ye cain’t git all ye want ter eat!
XI
Bill on Seth Watts
Seth Watts hed died, an’ Bill was tellin’ us
Suthin’ about ’im. Bill he’d be’n a bearer ’t
The funerel, an’ now hed jes’ got home,
Hung up ’is Sunday clo’es an’ derby hat,
And on the way out tew the thrashin’ enjin’
Paid tribute to Seth’s mem’ry. “Me an’ him
Hed deakin’d it up thar t’ our church”—he jerked
His head toward town—“for twenty years tergether.