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He knew their every complex wrinkle; He knew just how much sait to sprinkle In each and every pickle vat ... Andfat on patronged 'neath hiSe hat. Today he moaned, "I'm out of Iuck:, These prunes should be in Keokuk Before the evening sky is gray.. And Keokuk is miles away!" U>on his train an engneer -Was >assîng and he -chanced to hear. "Just oa<J those prunes on my .caboose, My train goes like the very deuce. Tonight, helfl>e inKçtokuk With forty cars of fancy truck." "1How can I trust my choicest prunes With you and ail your railway loons? What can an engineer galoot E'er comprehend of wrinkled fruit?" The engineer, with ail reserve, Replied, "I wot not your preserve That oofles in barr*ls and cans and bottles, But 1 know steam and valves and throttles And winking semaphores and switches. l'Il keep your prunes out of the ditches."e "Fine! Give those prunes the right of way To Keokuk and save the day."