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Show Mo-good Plow 11 V They look, and there's the plow, still as you please, Gleamin in the sunlight. "How'd it stop?" Asks Alvin. Verily, he thinks he sees The truth. He touches the plow, it gives a hop; He takes his hand away, and it sets right down. "It's us that makes it go," he said, and grins. Now Alvin laughs, a-settin on the ground: "Maybe it goes a little widdershins, But it gets around!" And as they sat there, hollerin and whoopin, There came the farmer folk who lived nearby, To find out what had caused the fog to fly And at the same time do a little snoopin. They saw that the furrow went all anyhow, And they said, "If you think that's plowin, boys, you're daft! Straight as an arrow, that's how a plow should go!" And the farmers mocked--oh, how the farmers laughed At that no-good plow. That sobered Alvin up, and Verily frowned. "Don't you see that the plow, it cut the earth alone? We got no ox, we got no horse around! The plow's alive, and we'll tell you how it's done!" But the farmers went their way, still mirthful merry, For they had nothin to learn from any fellow As young and ignorant as Al or Verry. And the plow just sat at the head of its crooked furrow, Hot and yellow. |