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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Tim's Revenge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Little Tim " was the name of him<br>Of whom I have to tell;<br>And he abode on the Western road,<br>In the busy town of L--.<br>As trains went down through the little town,<br>He peddled through the cars<br>His stock in trade, — iced lemonade,<br>Cake, peanuts, and cigars.<br>Conductor Dunn was the only one<br>Who'd not this trade allow;<br>And so 'twixt him and little Tim<br>There always was a row.<br>At last one day they had a fray;<br>And Timothy declared<br>He'd "fix old Dunn, 'as sure's a gun,'"<br>If both their lives were spared.<br>So off he went with this intent,<br>And sold his stock in trade:<br>His earnings hard he spent for lard,<br>And started for "the grade."<br>(This place, you know, is where trains go<br>Upon the steep hillside,<br>And where — with lard — it isn't hard<br>To get up quite a slide.)<br>He took a stick, and spread it thick,<br>Remarking with a smile,<br>"There'll be some fun when Mr. Dunn<br>Commences to 'strike ile'!"<br>He lay in wait: the train was late,<br>And came a-puffing hard,<br>With heavy load, right up the road<br>To where he'd spread the lard.<br>They tried in vain: that fated train<br>Could not ascend the grade:<br>The wheels would spin with horrid din<br>Yet no advance was made.<br>Then little Tim — 'twas bold in him —<br>Cried out in accents shrill,<br>"Remember me, Conductor D.,<br>When you get up the hill!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MORAL.<br>Success in trade is up a grade<br>That we should all ascend,<br>And with a will help up the hill<br>Our fellow-man and friend.<br>When "on the road," don't incommode<br>The seeker after pelf,<br>Or ten to one, like Mr. Dunn,<br>You'll not get up yourself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Follen+Adams">Charles Follen Adams</a> from <i>Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems</i><div class=q>
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