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  And then that farmer said, "You turk! I bet you are an I-Won't Work." He paid me off right there, By Gum! So I went home and told my chum. Next day when threshing did commence, my chum was Johnny on the fence; And 'pon my word, that awkward kid, he dropped his pitchfork, like I did.
 * Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
 * It made a noise that way,
 * And part of that machine
 * Hit Reuben on the bean.
 * He cried, "Oh me, oh my;
 * I nearly lost my eye."
 * My partner said, "You're right—
 * It's bedtime now, good night."

But still that rube was pretty wise, these things did open up his eyes. He said, "There must be something wrong; I think I work my men too long." He cut the hours and raised the pay, gave ham and eggs for every day, Now gets his men from union hall, and has no "accidents" at all.
 * Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
 * That rube is feeling gay;
 * He learned his lesson quick,
 * Just through a simple trick.
 * For fixing rotten jobs
 * And fixing greedy slobs,
 * This is the only way,
 * Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!

Education is ammunition. Organization the weapon. Aim true and keep your powder dry.

