The Cheerful Liar - A poem by Ed Blair

Cheerful Liar

I like a cheerful Liar.
That's what I do^___you bet;
I like a cheerful liar,
He's the funniest fellow yet.
He knocks the blues a-winding,
And he drives the clouds away;
I like a cheerful liar,
And I'm glad to have him stay.

When corn crops are uncertain,
And no moisture in the sky,
When it looks like vegetation
Everywhere is bound to die.
Then the cheerful cuss goes whistling
'Round his place as if he'd struck
A booming, gushing gas well
And was in a barrel of luck.

Says the floods have washed his fence out
(When there hasn't been a dew),
'N' the meadow grass has grown so tall
The cattle can't get through.
'N' he'd like to loan ten thousand
To his friends if they will call,
And thinks he'll take a little trip
To "Yurrup" in the fall.

When it's "too wet for ducks" he says
The weather's just immense,
Says he has baited all the barbs
Upon his barb wire fence;
And when the water sinks away
The catfish hanging there
Will net him a cool thousand
With a hundred then to spare..

Oh, yes, give me a liar with
A cheerful face, instead
Of some disgruntled fellow
With sores inside his head,
Who never sees the sun shine
Nor hears the songs of birds
And whose vocabulary knows
No sweet or cheerful words.

A chromo for the fellow
That sings in spite of fate.
Who plans for the tomorrow
And keeps a steady gait;
There is music in his laughter
And he drives dull cares away^___
The jolly, cheerful liar,
Yes, I like for him to stay.

^__Ed Blair.