| The prodigal of scripture was a worthless sort of lad;
He had the wanderitis and he had it awful bad; But when he balked on eating shucks and vowed no more to roam He got a lot of credit 'cause he hit the trail for home. Yes, we hear about the prodigal and what a time he had, But nothing of the other boy, who didn't leave his dad. He was a patient charley-horse and stayed down on the farm To cuff the mules and split the wood to keep the heater warm. And when the absent hobo came and made his little spiel, The kid went out and skinned a calf, but brother got the veal. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 83
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