THE MORM0N WITH HIS GRIP ~~~ Birdzell

 THE MORMON WITH HIS GRIP 

Tho the rain and sleet are falling

And with mud, the roads are deep.

Tho the lowlands may be marches

And the hillside may be steep

Tho the rivers may be frozen

And the frost may bite and nip

You can never stop the advent

Of the Mormon with his grip.

Tho the trains are out of question

And the horse poor and lame

The Mormon like the tax man

He will get there just the same. 

He is ever bright and cheerful

With a smile upon his lips

But he's something all men stare at

The Mormon with his grip.

Have a kind word for him always

In his memory it will rest

All you who do him a favor

For their kindness will be blest

He is here to be of service

Seek you his companionship

And he'll leave with you a blessing

The Mormon with the Grip.