You bet Shorty gives me hel.
My hoss must be fed before the men,
Wen i dont do it I get hel agen,
My hosses tale is very long
the end of him and the end of my song.
"I know," chuckled Shorty, "what was the inspiration for that second verse. I jumped all over him one Saturday for havin' his canteen on the near side an' his picket-pin upside-down where it would blame well spit him if he should fall on it. He's right he got all that was coming to him. I only got time for one more now—a short one. What shall it be?"
"Try 'Fiting Joe And Dewey'; that's a bit different—might be classed under 'Poems of Ambition'."
Shorty shuffled the papers and read:
FITTING JOE AND DEWEY
Theres heaps of places in the world men wud lik to been and see