THE CORN LADY 



I told you about, likes it best ; but he doesn't 

 say anything much about it. 



You should have heard the children dram- 

 atize "Farmer John." You remember that 

 old poem: 



FARMER JOHN 



Home from his journey Farmer John 

 Arrived this morning safe and sound; 

 His black coat off and his old clothes on, 

 "Now, I'm myself/' said Farmer John, 



And he thinks, "I'll look around." 

 Up leaps the dog : "Get down, you pup ! 

 Are you so glad you would eat me up?" 

 And the old cow lows at the gate to greet him, 

 The horses prick up their ears to meet him. 



"Well, well, old Bay, 



Ha, ha, old Gray, 

 Do you get good food when I'm away?" 



"You haven't a rib," says Farmer John; 

 "The cattle are looking round and sleek; 

 The colt is going to be a roan, 

 And a beauty, too ; how he has grown ! 



We'll ween the calf in a week." 

 Says Farmer John, "When I've been off 

 To call you again about the trough, 

 And watch you and pet you while you drink, 

 Is a greater comfort than you can think;" 

 And he pats old Bay, 

 And he slaps old Gray, 

 "Ah, this is the comfort of going away!" 



