| Jim Jacobs aint the kind of chap to grumble and
complain, No matter if the weather's dry or if it wants to rain. He whistles when the creek is out and never seems to fret; "Oh, I dunno," is his response, "It aint so very wet." In summer when the rains have ceased and people are forlorn And when they say the blazing sun is burning up the corn, Jim allus manages to shock the pessimistic swarm When he observes "Oh, I dunno; it aint so very warm." While teaming o'er the Texas plains, way back in '88, Jim lost the trail and lost bissell and lost his load of freight. He had no water for three days, but when relief came by Jim tipped the canteen up and said: "I wern't so very dry." One day, not very long ago, Jim suddenly took ill; The doctor came and left for him a powder and a pill. His wife called for the minister to come and see him quick, But Jim demurred, "Oh, I dunno; I aint so very sick." The good man came and plead with him to hastily repent Before he died and landed down where other sinners went. Jim smiled a little, sickly grin and raised up on his cot And feebly murmured: "I dunno; hell aint so awful hot." |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Pages 61-62
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