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Abe Martin! -- dad-burn his old picture! / P'tends he's a Brown County fixture -- / A kind of a comical mixture / Of hoss-sense and no sense at all! / His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin', / And his thoughts, like his whiskers, is flowin', / And what he don't know ain't wuth knowin' -- / From Genesis clean to baseball!
The artist, Kin Hubbard, 's so keerless / He draws Abe 'most eyeless and earless, / But he's never yet pictured him cheerless / Er with fun 'at he tries to conceal, -- / Whuther on to the fence er clean over / A-rootin' up ragweed er clover, / Skeert stiff at some "Rambler" er "Rover" / Er newfangled automo_beel_!