Country Cousin

I AM from the country.
My shoes are dusty, dusty.
My squirrel fur ran wild once.
My mind is rough and rusty.

I can break a fresh colt.
I can kill a snake.
I can chop a white pine through.
I can swim a lake.

I cannot tip a waiter
Without a silly start.
I put no trust in Broadway
Without a thumping heart.

City lips are coral . . .
City glances level . . .
I am from the country;
And prouder than the Devil!