❝ What a Snap
I wish I were an editor,
Out in the country free,
Where old subscribers would bring
Potatoes in to me;
And as I counted up each spud,
Each cabbage and each beet,
I grab my pen and give the man
A veg’table receipt. ❞
❝ What a Snap
I wish I were an editor,
Out in the country free,
Where old subscribers would bring
Potatoes in to me;
And as I counted up each spud,
Each cabbage and each beet,
I grab my pen and give the man
A veg’table receipt. ❞
