Shoo Fly, Oil Man!
A horse-fly lit on the old cow’s skin,
Hung his tools and spudded in.
Bowed his back and jiggered his pole
And all the time he was making a hole.
The cow browsed on, in her usual way,
Till the horse-fly’s bit struck regular “pay,”
Then she swung her tail with a vicious dig
And deftly skidded the horse-fly’s rig.
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