Poetry of Kansas
 

The Crop That Never Falls.

The rust may kill the ripening wheat,
    The chinch bugs eat the corn;
The sleet may leave the apple trees
    Of buds and blossoms shorn;
A blizzard come along and lash
    The peach buds with his tail,
But there is always one great crop
    That's never known to fail.
 
The frost may suck the oranges,
    And squeeze the lemons dry;
And make the Rocky cantaloupes
    All wither up and die;
Potatoes may be very small,
    And very few in a hill.
And yet there will be one big crop
    That you can count on still.
 
Bananas may be black or green,
    And never turn to gold;
With worms the chestnuts, prunes and plums
    Be full as they can hold;
The peanuts all may peter out
    And pop-corn fail to shoot.
But one crop every year is sure
    To come to flower and fruit.
 
The cholera may kill the hogs,
    And all the chickens, too;
The murrain take the cattle off,
    From Gentile and from Jew;
The garden stuff may be done up
    By cyclone, drouth, or rain,
And yet there's one crop can't be hurt
    By hail or hurricane.
 
Account for this prodigious fact
    In any way you may;
It has been true in all the world
    Since Adam's natal day;
It needs no syllogism fine
    In logic of the schools,
To prove that one crop never falls___
    The crop of blooming fools.
 
For folly is man's natural bent__
    Did not A-dam begin it?
But once a year a wise man comes;
    A fool is born each minute.
No matter then what seasons bring,
    Or who the empire rules,
Until old Gabriel toots his horn
    There'll be a crop of fools.

__J. M. Cavaness.

Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
Pages 13-14

 
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