From the Rock Island Argus, May 19, 1914. By Henry Howland.
Pa’s got back from his vacation,
With a look that’s wild and strange;
Seems all full of tribulation,
Though he’s had his rest and change;
For a year he had been wishin’
He could be alone somewhere,
So he spent his two weeks fishin’,
Far away from home and care.
He has forty-seven places
Where the hungry woodticks died;
And the color of his face is
Like a piece of beef that’s dried;
Both his feet are full of blisters,
Insects nearly ate him up,
And last night he called my sister’s
Beau a pompous little pup.
Pa’s got back from his vacation,
Lookin’ like a hungry tramp;
Once he nearly faced starvation
When he strayed away from camp.
He must eat things predigested
Till his health improves a lot;
Comin’ home he was arrested
For the only fish he got.
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