|Jim Jacobs read with much alarm
Of hyphenated skates
Who try to work their schemes for ham
On these United States.
Then in his patriotic breast
An angry passion rose,
So high it nearly split his vest
And tingled in his toes.
"These furriners," Jim Jacobs said,
"On mischief shore are bent;
They seem to have it in their head
To bust this gover'ment.
They leave their wives to do the chores
And pack in wood and cobs
While they infest our peaceful shores
And steal away our jobs.
"The men who guide the ship of state
Are ignorant as sin,
Or they would go and shut the gate
That lets these meddlers in.
Now, I am forced to pay a tax
That's bigger every year
Because I own some little shacks,
A work hoss or a steer.
Our children have to go to schools
And we must buy them books
Because we are a set of fools
Run by a set of crooks.
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)