Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-07-31
A lode" 70 Likely the Farmer"

On a farm SO broad and fertile,
Near the Rocky Runs bright waters
Where the craw-dabs crawl IN glory
Back and forward into glory,
Whore the buII-frogs sing so sweetly,
And the tad-poIew riggles gaiiy-
Lives a farmer, hale and hearty,
Lives the farmer, little key,
With his back bumped up by labor;
Sun-browned and hGrny-handed.
Over-worked with honest labor,
Ever toilinC, sweating, sinking,
Self-forgetting, sel-denying.
Little key, Little key!
On this farm he raises barley,
Wheat and oats, and corn and cabbage,
Here he raises beets and turnips,
PRAISES dead beats" living turnups.l
Raises hogs and sheep and cattle.
Raises celery, raises salary"
[Grubs the celery. grabs the sa1ary,1
Raises hops and sweet potatoes,
"Tumble-bugs," potato-beetles
Raises hash and kraut and pickles,
Also raises ancient Henry.
Here he calls the wayward piggies,
And with corn and slop he feeds them,
And their little tails he curls them.
Here he reeps and mows and threshes,
PIows and hoes, and dig and scratches;
And the juicy Craze he squeezes,
And tie big girls of the village
Naughty Ikey. Naughty Ikey!
Here he drives the cows 10 PASTURE
To and from the verd mt pasture,
Morn and evening. lafe and early,
Like a little man he drives them:
And a little tune he whistles.
AS by the tail he holds them.
Here he milks the cows so tender
And the ducks and little goosies;
Gathers eggs and churns The butter
Rides the turkics down to water.
Little key hes a hatchet,
And he chops the cherry trees,
Like unto his predecessor,
And like him can't tell a EIselcod-
Ifh could, he'd surely do it.
Never Idle, aIwaysuserul,
AS we'll as ornamental; =
Little keys n thing OF beauty,
Which they say is joy forever.
Little key! Little Ikey!
Every Sunday, off he PUSHES,
BUSHES every time connecting,
Where his little prayer he prattlcs,
And with sharp voice sings the anthem,
And the amen echoes loudly,
In answer In the preacher;
And he loves the brethren dearly,
But more dearly loves the sisters.
Of the church he is a pillar,
And he lectures much on temperance,
And derides the whisky seller,
And scoIds the whisk y-drinker,
And uphraids the peanut butcher,
And eschews all other evils,
But never chews tobacco.
Pious Ikeyi Angel key. s.,
And withaI, a paper edits,
Which is purely Agricultural,
With a sprinkling of rcligion, =at sss
With just q hint at temperance, a
And some sabbath 81 hool adviees.
Now with all these tender virtues
Wrapped up in one small body,
One wculd think TO find no human,
In the world SO fell of envy,
Is to ever wish to rob him,
Of single hard-earned laurel. -s-
But, alas ? alas !? the malice,
That is ranking in the bosom,
OF the fallen sons OF ADAM.
For men there are, so reckless
That they'd rush rightinto farming,
And against all right and reason,
Insist on farming Oranges, ~
And dare to think of voting? .s
And some SO bold and daring
That they'd even hold an Office? i
Just rs tho the tender key
Had no rights that they should honor?
''Sieh is life,' and thus is virtue, 3.
Often paid with bitter malice. ~
We witness almost daily
How 'ungratefuI is republicsf" .
Bat your virtues we acknowledge,
For a farm we know you're good for,
If You were only spread upon it.
Little key? Farmer Likely?