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HAT easy old chair has a charm for my life, because it is framed up to please, As I can lean back, and my limbs straighten out, and know I am taking my ease; Because the great arms at the side of the chair, sort o' hold me in place, as you see, And if you are calling, they may treat you the same, with scarce an objection from me. The rockers are great and as smooth as the man that sells milling stocks to the boys, Who lean hack for "coupons " they never may cut, still classed with the great future joys The cushion is yielding and springy likewise, just the place to dismiss every care; While double in stature, it is single in space, so "alone " one may sit in this chair. Long trips I have been in this easy old chair, and never a cent did I pay, Nor purchased a ticket, nor had baggage checked, yet "tipped" every inch of the way, And when the great wagons, with loads of express, were whirling down this street and that I was still on my "hobby" and feeling refreshed, because I had taken a nap. And so this old chair is my Liberty Bell, yet shows no defects as I see, Yet it gives me a feeling of rest all the year; a patriot I reckon, to me; For it soothes all the discords, the cats on the roof--as catnip I bring this along Because it is restful and quiets my nerves; the old rocking- chair has its song. |
