The farmer hid in his cornfield, To catch a robber of the night. Somebody was stealing his summer's yield, And he planned to give somebody a fright! It was two o'clock in the morning, When the robber came driving in; The farmer cocked his gun in protecting, Beside his determined chin! He gave the robber time to load, Fingering the trigger of his gun; When the wheels of the wagon turned toward the road, A father fainted at the feet of his son! |