Poem by Clarence James Dennis

Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
  And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
  I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
  He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
  They made the bumper stagger.

The lumper staggered up the stack
  Where he was told to stack it;
And Jack was paid and put the cash
  Inside his linen jacket.

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4. West
5. Our Street

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