Edgar Guest - Queer EbenezerEdgar Guest - Queer Ebenezer
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The strangest man I ever knew
Is Ebenezer Pettigrew;
Dropped in on him last night t` chat
Of politics an` this an` that,
An` when he`d showed me to a seat
He brung some apples in t` eat,
An` tuk one up, an` stroked its side
An` fondled it t` show his pride.
Says I t’ him: "It`s plain t` me
Thet things ain`t what they orter be;
Men ain`t as honest as they wuz,
Vice profits more`n virtue does,
The weak are downtrod by the strong,
The whole world`s overrun by wrong."
An` then I showed him facts t` prove
Thet we air gettin` in a groove
O` wickedness, an` steeped in sin,
But all he did wuz work his chin
A-chewin` on his apple core
An` lookin` at his parlor floor,
An` then, says he, right slow t` me:
"Some things ain`t what they orter be,
But still I ain`t inclined to pine,
Apples this year air mighty fine."
He tuk another pippin then
An` started in t` chew again.
"Now Eb," says I, "Ye`ve got t` say
Thet we air in a dreadful way;
Thet life is full o` pain an` woe,
An` rough air roads thet we must go.
The iron heels of lust and greed
Air on our necks, an` if you read
The papers nowadays, you`ll note
Thet rumors dreadful air afloat;
Our judges ain`t exactly just
In matters that affect a trust."
I put it to him good an` strong,
Expectin` that he`d come erlong
An` jine with me by nod or sign,
But nary nod or move t` jine
He made, but turnin` in his chair
An` reachin` fer the table, where
An old brown pitcher stood, says he:
"Come on an` have a drink with me;
I ain`t denyin` what you say,
It mebbe things air thataway,
But here`s yer glass, now ain`t that clear?
The cider`s mighty fine this year."
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