From the Omaha Daily Bee, November 19, 1912. Never heered him blame the world Fer the troubles that it brought Never heered him rail at life Or express a gloomy thought Seen it rainin’ pitchforks, when Outside labor he had planned All he said wuz: “After this Won’t the sun be simply grand?” Seen his shoulders high with care Didn’t know which way to turn Troubles, troubles everywhere Never, far as I can learn Wailed an’ whimpered at his fate Took ‘em smiling, one by one Telling folks: “When these are past What comes next’ll jes’ be fun.” Seen him to the hubs in mud Wagon stuck an’ hosses tired Never growled about the road Never kicked ‘coz he was mired Rested for a while an’ said To the hosses: “Never mind, Jes’ a rod or two ahead Easier goin’ we shall find.” Seems his woes appealed to him Jes’ as sugar does to boys Used ‘em too, in jes’ that way Made ‘em sweeten up his joys. Allus lookin’ jes’ beyond The edge of trouble to the day (Havin’ known the pangs o’ strife) He’d appreciate his pay.