THE thoughtless fellows blithely pass, and cut a corner here and there, and wear a path across the grass, and fill the owner with despair. I try to have a nifty lawn, that will do credit to the town; and thoughtless fellows trot thereon, and break the dandelions down. I set out flowers till I go broke—I buy the richest and the best—and bow-wows owned by thoughtless folk come there and knock things galley west. And thoughtless people let their cows perambulate the town by night, and on the well-kept lawns they browse, and make the scenery a sight. And thoughtless people all keep hens, and roosters with destructive feet, which come a-whooping from their pens, and spoil my flowerbeds and repeat. There's no protection for the jay who'd make his home a beauty spot; the thoughtless skates will come his way, and climb all o'er his garden plot, and spoil the grass and pluck the flowers, and bark the trees and crush the shrubs; and it will take him nineteen hours to tell just how he views such dubs. |