I find ye don’t git ha’f so leery
’Bout buckin’ fate, ’f ye’r’ ont’ them funny varmin
They call ‘basilly’ or ‘backteery.’
I hev an idee ’t out o’ life we ’d git
Much more o’ honey ’n’ less o’ wax,
Ef we depended less on native wit
An’ more on sientifick fac’s.”
XV
Calamitous Days
It seems ter be the human lot o’ man
Onct in a while ter hev a day