  We had a Sane Fourth—I was not Allowed to fire a single shot; If I'd 'a made a cracker pop I'd a' been hauled in by th' cop. If me or any of th' boys Had dared to make a bit o' noise They would 'a slapped us all in jail An' held us there till we gave bail, An' so our Fourth, I will explain Was absolutely safe an' sane. Pa's feelin' better—'t least no worse, I heard him tell th' new trained nurse, He played golf nearly all th' day With Mister Jones and Mister Shea Until 'bout half past three o'clock An' then he had an awful shock, Th' sun was boilin' hot, an' he Was playin' hard as hard could be, An' he got sunstruck, but he'll be Up in two weeks, or mebbe three. Ma's conshus now. They think her arm Ain't re'lly suffered serious harm, Except it's broke. An' where her face Got cut will heal without a trace, Ma went out ridin' with th' Greens "To view th' restful country scenes." A tire blew up an' they upset— They didn't have no landin' net! Th' doctor says that sleep an' rest For her will prob'ly be th' best. My sister's better, too, although They had to work an hour or so To bring her to—she purt' near drowned An' looked like dead when she was found. She went to row with Mr. Groke An' he—he says 'twas for a joke— He rocked th' boat an' they fell out, An' people run from miles about To save their lives. She was a sight When they brought her back home last night. I wasn't hurt though, I'll explain, Because my Fourth was Safe an' Sane. —Wilbur D. Nesbit. |
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