A
LEGACY
FROM STELLA EDITH VISEL NEE BAUER
ON
a summers evening when the lights are low,
Out
around the hen coup, softly I did go.
When
I grabbed a pullet, made her husband crow,
And
the farmer chased me with a rusty hoe.
He
hollered for the dog, the hired man the gun,
But
the louder that he hollered, the faster I did run.
Down
in the corn field that’s where I was found,
And
oh the walloping they gave me, lying on the cold cold ground.
They
penned me in the stable with the sheep.
And
left the dog who would not sleep.
By
and by the dog got tired of
watching,
By
and by the pup lay down to rest.
By
and by I jumped out of a window and landed in a hornets nest.
Good
night, it surely was a good night.
For
all of those hornets they were surely full of fight.
I
had stings on my fingers and stings on my toes.
Say
when they got through with me they lit on Fido’s nose.
What
they did to that mongrel you’ll never forget today.
They
nabbed him stabbed him grabbed him, miserable bay Harrah!
O
say can you see, it was my doom to flee
For
the dog he was angry the moment he spied me,
He
chased me round an old red barn and raced me
Through
the prairie, I’ve seen lots of
others dogs,
But
none quite so contrary. I hid behind an old oak tree
And
thought he wouldn’t find me. I heard his pants as he advanced
And
I left mine behind me.