On The Street Cat
Sat up in front-and on her hat
She wore a feather sticking out
Straight out behind-that played about
The eyes and nose of Mrs. King
Whose ornament was but a wing
That touched at intervals, the chin
Of Mrs. Wilhelmina Winn.
And Mrs. Winn's fine ostrich plume
Of course must have some little room,
So when she leaned back, Mrs. Grace
Got tickled all about her face.
And in her efforts to avoid
The showing that she was annoyed
She leaned aside so that her pin
Stuck into Deacon Elders chin
The moral to this yarn is that
The other fellow wears the hat
That makes the trouble. We don't mind
Or see the one that's just behind.
(Spring Hill, Kansas: New Era Publishing Co. 1939)