Caddo Herald, November 25, 1932
Liberty Hill
Thanksgiving day has come and
Gone and left us all in doubt;
Some of us will never know
What it is all about.
But if we should Thanksgiving
Give and give it with a fiat,
We must think of something
Good and thank th’ Lord for ‘at.
I am a farmer tried and true,
And do my level best;
To make a living for my wife,
My kids and all the rest.
Now while my corn is very good
And all my stock is fat,
My surplus brot me 15c so I
Thank the Lord for that.
My cotton also made a yield
That made me feel quite proud
I tended it with care and skill
And often hoed and plowed.
And when harvesting all was
Done by children and my Mat
I sold it for seven cents, and
Thanked the Lord for that.
My peanuts were a beauty spot
Both verdant green and full,
We harvested them with delight
And filled the granary full.
Then stacked the balance in the
Field and capped’em with a hat,
Neighbor’s hogs ate the lot, so
We thank the Lord for that.
The mules got the sweeny;
The cows got the bloat’
The chickens got the cholera,
And Hoover got our goat.
As we think the matter out a
Convincing thought is that
The mortgage still is on the
Farm, so we thank the Lord
for that.
Rufe Bolts
Just in case, like me, you were unfamiliar with the old term “fiat”, it means a mandate or authoritative decree.
And “sweeny” is atrophy of the shoulder muscle. J