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<h2>THE ICONOCLASTIC RUSTIC AND THE APROPOS ACORN </h2>   Reposing 'neath some spreading trees,     A populistic bumpkin   Amused himself by offering these     Reflections on a pumpkin:   "I would not, if the choice were mine,   Grow things like that upon a vine,   For how imposing it would be   If pumpkins grew upon a tree."   Like other populists, you'll note,     Of views enthusiastic,   He'd learned by heart, and said by rote     A creed iconoclastic;   And in his dim, uncertain sight   Whatever wasn't must be right,   From which it follows he had strong   Convictions that what was, was wrong.   As thus he sat beneath an oak     An acorn fell abruptly   And smote his nose: whereat he spoke     Of acorns most corruptly.   "Great Scott!" he cried. "The Dickens!" too,   And other authors whom he knew,   And having duly mentioned those,   He expeditiously arose.   Then, though with pain he nearly swooned,     He bathed his organ nasal   With arnica, and soothed the wound     With extract of witch hazel;   And surely we may well excuse   The victim if he changed his views:   "If pumpkins fell from trees like that,"   He murmured, "Where would I be at?"   Of course it's wholly clear to you     That when these words he uttered   He proved conclusively he knew     Which side his bread was buttered;   And, if this point you have not missed,   You'll learn to love this populist,   The only one of all his kind   With sense enough to change his mind.   THE MORAL: In the early spring   A pumpkin-tree would be a thing   Most gratifying to us all,   But how about the early fall? <div style="text-align: center;"> <ANTIMG src="images/Acorn.png" title="" alt="" style="width: 302px; height: 480px;"> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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