To Gelett Burgess.

I never saw a purple cow,
    You say you never saw one;
But this I'll tell you anyhow,
    I know that I can draw one.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

Edwin C. Ranck

Grit.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

The Rubaiyat Of A Kentuckian.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

When The Lid Was On.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

The Sissy Boy.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

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On A Delightful Drawing In My Album,

By my friend, T. WOODWARD, ESQ., of a Group, consisting of a Donkey, a Boy, and a Dog.


Welcome, my pretty Neddy--welcome too
Thy merry Rider with his apron blue;
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The Doodle Bug.

Why that's a doodle bug, my child
    Who lives alone, remote and wild.
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    There was an old man who said, "How
    Shall I flee from this horrible cow?
    I will sit on this stile
    And continue to smile,
    Which may soften the heart of that cow."

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    Not, where the stairway turns in the dark
    A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak!
    Not yellow eyes in the room at night,
    Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray!
    And not the flap of a condor wing
    When the roar of life in your ears begins
    As a sound heard never before!
    But on a sunny afternoon,
    By a country road,
    Where purple rag-weeds bloom along a straggling fence
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The Comfortable Confidential Cow,
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