| A busy man was Jason Briggs
He had no time to vote.
He spent his days at weaning pigs
And building tanks and other rigs
To keep his ducks afloat.
I found him poking round his place
On last election day.
Says I: "'Tis well you saved your face
And kept your name from sad disgrace
And stayed the polls away.
"For I am told a bunch of thugs
Are pouring from their throats
Dire threats that they will punch the mugs
Of you and me and other plugs
Who try to cast their votes."
Old Briggses' eyes got very wide,
His face grew very red.
"What? take away the rights," he cried,
"For which our fathers fit and died!
I'm goin' to vote, by Ned."
A lot of men like Jason Briggs,
Who pass their duty by
And do not care a bunch of figs
Would waltz around like whirligigs,
Should we their rights deny.
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)