From the Evening Star, March 23, 1913. We’re a-goin’ to the dogs, History sure points the way, ‘Cause what happened way back there Is what threatens us today. Rome is busted, Greece is busted, Babylon is busted, too— Putterville would better profit By their fate, I’m tellin’ you! Not to beat around the bush— What about old Col. Toake? Is the turnin’ out of his cows On the public streets a joke? Rome and Greece and Babylon— All them had their priv’leged class, And I’ll bet their first graft was Runnin’ cows on public grass. Little thing, some folks’ll say, And not worth the fussin’ at; If me or you or Tuttle Gibbs Should let our stock run out like that It wouldn’t be a little thing; They’d have the constable on us And have us hauled before the law— You bet there’d be an awful fuss! It always is the high up chap That benefits by what is done; And that’s the plan on which those old And ruined nations all was run. Rome went under, Greece went under, Babylon went under, too— Putterville can learn a lesson From their fate, I’m tellin’ you!