  Said Carl next day, “Now, Fred, we’ve found That we can work. Let’s plow the ground. We’ll make a garden all our own, And have a pumpkin in it grown.” A forkÉd stick they quickly got, And started there to plow the lot. Carl was a horse, the dog another; The plowman was the younger brother. They turned a furrow deep and wide, And Helen walked the plow beside; And Nell cried, “Gee!” and Fred said, “Whoa!” And merrily did the plowing go. |
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