Some pilgrims came on an 'ole Mt. Man laying
in the road with his ear to the ground..
They stopped and he said:
"Shhh..Quiet!...
2 Men passed this way in wagon.. 1 with
black hat 'tuther with white.."
With a cynical tone the Pilgrim suddenly said:
"I'M SICK AND TARR'd of this backwoods wacky
business of telling time by shadows and tracking
foo-faw-raw! That does it!! NO ONE CAN LISTEN
TO THE GROUND AND TELL ME WHAT COLOR HAT A MAN WEARS!
The wilderness man looked and spoke slow...
"They can if those two ran yah over a hour ago, *pard!"
-=A=-
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