THE DEMONSTRATION WORK 



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We'll don blue gingham dresses 

 And put upon our tresses, 



Our little quaint Dutch caps, so clean and neat. 

 With aprons, white, to cover 

 Our gingham dresses over, 



Our toilet is complete. 



Then when there was drouth, each daughter 

 Carried many pails of water 



And we kept our crop so rank and fresh and green. 

 And oft we looked them over 

 To see if under cover 



A little impish cut worm could be seen. 

 How carefully we raked them 

 We pruned them and we staked them, 



And when the happy harvest came at last. 

 We picked and packed and shipped them 

 For the frost had never nipped them 



And the culls into a separate pile we cast. 



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Chow-chow, catsup, sauce and pickles 

 From the culls, the palate tickles. 



And the ripe fruit we canned in tin. 

 First we scalded then we peeled them, 

 Packed in cans and then we sealed them ; 



Then cooked with all the flavor in. 

 Now, a record we 'd been making 

 Of each step that we'd been taking 



And we balanced up our record books with care, 



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