The Old Woman's Butter - A poem by Hulda Fetzer

The Old Woman's Butter.

A BIG fat woman came into the store,
And she was all in a flutter.
She said to the clerk, who was standing by,
"I've fetched you a roll of butter.

"A little wee mouse got into the cream,
But then I thought I would churn it;
Bah! I couldn't begin to eat it myself;
My stomach, 't would certainly turn it.

"But then I thought nobody would know,
So if you will only exchange, sir."
"All right," said the clerk, "I guess I can,"
As he eyed the queer looking stranger.

So he took the butter and went way back
And simply printed it over;
But he did it so quick and so complete
That she could not discover.

"Well, madam," said he, as he fetched it back,
"Here's a pound with an extra flavor."
"Oh, thank you ever so much," said she,
"For doing me such a favor."

^__Hulda Fetzer.