“Two Lonesome Skunks”
By Unknown Author
Two lonesome skunks by the roadside stood,
As an automobile wizzed by.
It left an smell that was not good,
And a tear stood in one’s eye.
“Why do you weep?” Asked his anxious friend,
“Why do you sob and quake?”
“Because,” said he, “that smell is like,
My mother used to make.”
“This poem was first recited by my grandfather Willis, subsequently Asael took over, and then my father George would recite it.”