He sat in his door at noonday, lonesome…
source date: 1889
availability: public-domain

He sat in his door at noonday, lonesome and glum and sad ; the flies were buzzing about him, led by a blue winged “gad.” Not a sign of business was there, but the flies kept on buzz- ing about the old man’s hair. At last in misery he shouted: “Great Scott! I’m covered with flies.” And the zephyrs that toyed with his whiskers whispered, “Why don’t you adver- tise?”