I do not weed nor mow, he said.
I leave such tasks to Amos instead.
He does such things so wonderously well
And when I do them they look like Hell.
Instead I'll pine and grasp away
And wait with bated breath to say
"Yippee! Hoo-haa! Yippee! Yahoo!
I've copped twenty thousand two hundred and twenty-two!"
                --Barney N. Nobel, Poems My Grandma Hated
                  (Poughkip...Pooke...Albany, NY: 1919)