I met a city slicker from the Springfield land
Who said—"Two farmers and a store porch, brown
Stand in the desert . . .Near them, on the dirt,
Half drunk a chatter between'em lies, whose frown,
At german cars, a man of light blue shirt,
Tell that its partner well those Guccies read
Which yet survive, stamped on these spotless nails,
The Chuck that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the storefront these words appear:
My name is Sneed, King of Sales;
Hear my words, on Feed and Seed none can compare!
