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James Whitcomb Riley - The Boy Lives On Our Farm
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The boy lives on our Farm, he`s not
  Afeard o` horses none!
An` he can make `em lope, er trot,
  Er rack, er pace, er run.
Sometimes he drives two horses, when
  He comes to town an` brings
A wagon-full o` `taters nen,
  An` roastin`-ears an` things.

Two horses is "a team," he says,
  An` when you drive er hitch,
The right-un`s a "near-horse," I guess
  Er "off"--I don`t know which--
The Boy lives on our Farm, he told
  Me, too, `at he can see,
By lookin` at their teeth, how old
  A horse is, to a T!

I`d be the gladdest boy alive
  Ef I knowed much as that,
An` could stand up like him an` drive,
  An` ist push back my hat,
Like he comes skallyhootin` through
  Our alley, with one arm
A-wavin` Fare-ye-well! to you--
  The Boy lives on our Farm!
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