During all the six days farmer John was beheld
In loading his dung from the fold to the field:
On Sunday his wife and his three daughters started;
And John drove to Church with his family carted.
Being met by a friend, ere he'd driven a mile,
Who survey'd the dull march--then remark'd with a smile--
'Your horses would curse you, John, if they could speak,
For dragging out rubbish seven days in a week.'