From the Rock Island Argus, September 14, 1912. By Duncan M. Smith. The county fair is now on tap And all the porkers proud Are showing off their very best Before the gaping crowd. The cattle in the narrow stalls, The horses on the track, Are showing, each and every one, How lofty they can stack. The barker at the circus tent Is tearing in the air Great jagged holes, that each and all May know that he is there. The peanut and the popcorn man Are chasing far and wide To see that every hungry child Is with lunch supplied. Up in the building on the hill, Where cabbage is displayed Beside the pumpkins and the corn And goose eggs, freshly laid, The folks who raised it stand around To hear its praises told, And each one swells and feels as gay As any two-year-old. The father and the mother come, And all the kids are there. The listen to the big brass band And at the players stare. They take in everything in sight That gives them thrills or mirth, And you can bet most anything They get their money’s worth.