Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Hustle! - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

Look your scythe and mower over,

Hustle !
Blossoms now are on the clover ;

Hustle !

Haying time is drawing near
Perfumed nights will soon be here,
For timothy is out in ear,

Hustle !

Soon you '11 have to hump yourself,

Hustle !
And on the mower bump yourself ;

Hustle !

And while your hired help is snoring,
Or o'er the weekly paper poring,
You '11 feed the hogs and do the choring,

Hustle !

But down the lane I see your daughter

Bustling !
It 's hot she brings you fresh well water,

Rustling !

Your tired heart she brings a salve to ;
She milks the cows and feeds the calf, too-
Whoever gets that girl will have to

Hustle !

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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