| Jim Jacobs read with much alarm
Of hyphenated skates Who try to work their schemes for ham On these United States. Then in his patriotic breast An angry passion rose, So high it nearly split his vest And tingled in his toes. "These furriners," Jim Jacobs said, "On mischief shore are bent; They seem to have it in their head To bust this gover'ment. They leave their wives to do the chores And pack in wood and cobs While they infest our peaceful shores And steal away our jobs. "The men who guide the ship of state Are ignorant as sin, Or they would go and shut the gate That lets these meddlers in. Now, I am forced to pay a tax That's bigger every year Because I own some little shacks, A work hoss or a steer. Our children have to go to schools And we must buy them books Because we are a set of fools Run by a set of crooks. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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