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Title: Love among the mistletoe, and poems
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Elmore, James B. (James Buchanan), 1857-1942
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Publisher: Alamo, Ind., The author
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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scratch me flowers aft rainy showers, And then tharll be dee dickens. And now I has dem all but vone, Dee shell seems not a pippen;Ill press it vittle gist for vun. Pooh! pooh! it crashed! its rotten! 121 INDIANA. And now I has de hull of dem, Dee ole birds alers clucken;Ill build a pin to put dem in, To save dee flowers from thar plucken. Xow I see thass logger beers For me and Dolly Spadgens;Veell eat sauer krout and ,sip about From dee foaming, frothy flagons. Some fruits veell raise along wid checks^ To kape from constipation;Some grapes and eggs and yellow legs Will form our daily rations. THE EOBIN. The robin built her clever nest In the fork of an apple tree;Twas there I saw her pale red breast^ And eggs so blue to see. She sang a song from a tilting limb^ Twas early in the morn;Her nest was filled unto the brim With birdies newly born. I waved my hand above the nest,They chirped, and chirped again. And stretched.their necks their very best-Twas only but a sham. THE ROBIN. 125
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THE ROBIN. The tune she sang was loud and sweet,It soothed the young ones breasts; She soared away for some food to eat,As nature had taudit her best. 126 INDIANA. The young birds looked at the mother above,And wondered why such cheer; ^Twas the sweetest melody of family loveThat one could ever hear. She watched the nestlings clothed in down, As day by day they grew.Until their pinions feathered round, Then from their nest they flew. They now are singing a robins lay. As children ought to do;It banishes sorrow from each day. As life they journey through. OUR FLAG. Our flag still waves oer Xo. 9,It floats out from the steeple; This is a country great and grand,A patriotic people. Some heartless wretch removed it once— An insult to the teaclier;She played the part of Judy Punch, The handsome little creature. She then procured a big pop-gun— It bore an ivory handle;It reminds one of a petty tale— ^Twill always raise a scandal. A VIEW OF NATURE. 127 And now the parties have taken it

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