John His Sled

She is all one streak from the summit
    To where she goes into the Gully,
        She is over the ground so quick!
She is chased by the tail of a comet,
    For the snow just tears up bully
        As she drives through thin & thick!

And when I go down “belly-bumper”
    I shoot straight under the horses
        Before they can trot up a hoof!
“Old Property” kicked up a rampart
    When, driving with ally her forces,
        She plumped right over his roof!
Ye see he had day in the hillock,
    And built in a comical fashion,
        With eaves just reaching the ground,
I was scooted aside by my ill luck,
    And ran with a terrible dash on,
        Clean over the ranche at a bound.

What is it? “You’ll bye her, or hire?
    She’s a little too smart for your money;
        To be sold she’s got to be whipt.
Just show me the sled to go by her,
    And then you ^may^ talk, little sonny,
        But now she was never outstript.

Aye, that’s the sled for a coaster,
    She feels for a boy like another!
        She has got the same grit, ye know!
I am not a bit up as a boaster,
    But we are just sister & brother,
        And the mother we huge in the Snow!