By Protus Koontz
When I am in the schoolroom,
I think I’d rather be
Back with my daddy on the farm,
Under the apple tree.
On Saturday when I get there,
He makes me work till dark
With the hammer, axe or saw,
And I tell you boys, it’s no lark.
I don’t mind plowing Maud,
Not very much old Nell,
But when it comes to Bob
I wish I was in ---oh well!
Then if I were back in school,
I think I’d be content
To study my lessons well
And even pay the room rent.
So you see it’s where we’re not,
That we think we’d like to be.
Why can’t we all play Polly Anna
And like what we have, you see?
From The Lexhipep, newspaper published by the Lexington High School, April 15, 1922. Protus Koonz was a member of the Class of ’23 and he boarded in town, going home on weekends.
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