I02 ^ CrumpUr. 



Here they come, those sturdy yokels, bearing rugs 



and hurdle, too, 

 Which an impromptu '' Sedan " is for no other man 



than you ; 

 We'll pass by the pain 3^ou suffer as they lift you 



into place, 

 What a funny " feel " it gives you as you lie with 



upturn'd face ! 



But a good chap is the farmer, to whose house 



you're drawing nigh. 

 Borne along on willing shoulders, gazing at the 



leaden sky ; 

 And the worst will soon be over, for at a few weeks 



at best. 

 After many pains and twinges, and a spell of mis- 



call'd rest. 



You will bid 3.^our host and hostess, who have nurs'd 



and tended you, 

 As your car stands at their threshold — bid them both, 



good souls, "Adieu;" 

 And, in some substantial manner, later on you'll 



take good care 

 That your gratitude expressed is, to that kind and 



homely pair. 



