Chore Time. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKJK LMLM NONP QRSR TUTU VWVW XYXY ZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2 D2E2D2E2 F2G2F2G2| When I'm at gran'dad's on the farm | A |
| I hear along 'bout six o'clock | B |
| Just when I'm feelin' snug an' warm | C |
| Ho Bobby come and feed your stock | B |
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| I jump an' get into my clothes | D |
| It's dark as pitch an' shivers run | E |
| All up my back Now I suppose | F |
| Not many boys would think this fun | E |
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| But when we get out to the barn | G |
| The greedy pigs begin to squeal | H |
| An' I throw in the yellow corn | I |
| A bushel basket to the meal | H |
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| Then I begin to warm right up | J |
| I whistle Yankee Doodle through | K |
| An' wrastle with the collie pup | J |
| And sometimes gran'dad whistles too | K |
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| The cow shed door it makes a din | L |
| Each time we swing it open wide | M |
| I run an' flash the lantern in | L |
| There stand the shorthorns side by side | M |
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| Their breathin' makes a sort of cloud | N |
| Above their heads there's no frost here | O |
| My beauties gran'dad says out loud | N |
| You'll get your breakfasts never fear | P |
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| When up I climb into the loft | Q |
| To fill their racks with clover hay | R |
| Their eyes all sleepy like and soft | S |
| A heap of nice things seem to say | R |
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| The red ox shakes his curly head | T |
| An' turns on me a solemn face | U |
| I know he's awful glad his shed | T |
| Is such a warm and smelly place | U |
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| An' last of all the stable big | V |
| With harness hanging on each door | W |
| I always want to dance a jig | V |
| On that old musty dusty floor | W |
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| It seems so good to be alive | X |
| An' tendin' to the sturdy grays | Y |
| The sorrels and old Prince that's five | X |
| An' Lightfoot with her coaxing ways | Y |
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| My gran'dad tells me she is mine | Z |
| An' I'm that proud I braid her mane | A2 |
| An' smooth her sides until they shine | Z |
| An' do my best to make her vain | A2 |
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| When we have measured oats for all | B2 |
| Have slapped the grays upon the flanks | C2 |
| An' tried to pat the sorrels tall | B2 |
| An' heard them whinny out their thanks | C2 |
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| We know it's breakfast time and go | D2 |
| Out past the yellow stacks of straw | E2 |
| Across the creek that used to flow | D2 |
| But won't flow now until a thaw | E2 |
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| Behind the trees the sky is pink | F2 |
| The snow drifts by in fat white flakes | G2 |
| My gran'dad says Well Bob I think | F2 |
| There comes a smell of buckwheat cakes | G2 |
Jean Blewett
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