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Poem
December 14, 1878
The Daily Gazette
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
Satirical poem likening politician 'Little boy Blaine' to a boy scaring cattle from corn, critiquing a party that thrives on sectional hate and civil strife, urging caution before inciting division.
Clipping
OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
Stir up the animals! Blister them well!
There's nothing but red-hot iron will do;
And give them fire to bite and to smell,
For surely it's nothing but sport to you.
Little boy Blaine, do you never ask,
When loudly you shout and blow your horn,
If ever an end will come to your task
Of scaring cattle out of the corn ?
Say, can you figure and estimate
How long a party should hold its life,
That lives upon little but sectional hate,
That thrives and grows fat upon civil strife?
Little boy Blaine, take care! take care!
Be sure you are right when you blow your horn;
Be sure that the rascally cattle are there,
And don't you set fire to the fields of corn.
There's nothing but red-hot iron will do;
And give them fire to bite and to smell,
For surely it's nothing but sport to you.
Little boy Blaine, do you never ask,
When loudly you shout and blow your horn,
If ever an end will come to your task
Of scaring cattle out of the corn ?
Say, can you figure and estimate
How long a party should hold its life,
That lives upon little but sectional hate,
That thrives and grows fat upon civil strife?
Little boy Blaine, take care! take care!
Be sure you are right when you blow your horn;
Be sure that the rascally cattle are there,
And don't you set fire to the fields of corn.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Political
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Blaine
Political Satire
Civil Strife
Sectional Hate
Cattle Corn Metaphor
Poem Details
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Little Boy Blaine, Do You Never Ask,
When Loudly You Shout And Blow Your Horn,
If Ever An End Will Come To Your Task
Of Scaring Cattle Out Of The Corn ?
Little Boy Blaine, Take Care! Take Care!