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C J Dennis - A Fair Warning
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Let `em come, by gum!  That`s all I say.
Let me see one of `em up this way,
With their sacks a-back an` their walkin` boots --
Low neck, short-panted hikin` coots --
Flingin` their fags in the brambles here,
Same as that other one done last year.
He might just once; but he won`t no more.
I`ll nail his hide to the cow-shed door.

A mile o` fencin` and two good hust
All thro` them an` their lighted butts.
Patronisin`?  You`re too dead right.
These city fellers is awful bright --
Three good huts an` a mile o` fence!
`Tisn`t so much me own expense;
Three mile o` forest gone up in smoke!
Well, ain`t it enough to nark a bloke?

The worst they done was in ninety-five.
Poor ole Ben Bray, he`d still be alive
It if wasn`t for that camp-fire they left.
But a burnt-out-home an` the kids bereft 
Of their dad.  Yes; that was the toll that day;
An` the fellers what done it miles away.
Oh, there`s fools in the forest as well as town.
I ain`t lettin` none o` me neighbors down.

There`s fools in the forests, as well I knows;
Chancin` a burn when the north wind blows.
An` they oughter be pinched . . . But them city skites,
Suckin` their fags an` strikin` their lights!
Just let me catch `em!  Vindictive?  Me?
Ropeable, am I?  Well, wouldn`t you be
If you suffered the same from their smokin` butts?
Three mile o` fencin` an` four good huts!
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