| Jim Jacobs was a fiend for speed,
And so he sold his spavined steed And put a mortgage on his land And borrowed cash on every hand; Then with the money went and bought Himself a rattly juggernaut. At first he seemed contented when He killed a neighbor's setting hen, But as the passion stronger grew He paralyzed a dog or two. From bad to worse Jim quickly went Upon his deadly mission bent, Till he would wink and slyly laugh When he could crush a yearling calf. One day, while driving into town He ran a horse and buggy down, Then turned and charged with honking loud Upon an inoffensive crowd, Which filled the air with dying groans And shrieks and wails and crunch of bones. The sheriff came and captured Jim And put the comealongs on him, So now he languishes in jail For lack of forty thousand bail. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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