by Konstantin Zuev
Illustrations are stolen from the Internet by K.Z.; the beautiful poem is written in 1895
By Dr. H. A. Reid
Our grandmas had their spinning wheels
And made them spin like fun,
With treadle going up and down
To make the spindle run
But this was in “ye olden time,”
Before the factories came
With patent spinning-jacks to beat
The women’s fast-work fame.
Each spin-wheel then was stored away
In dingy garret room,
To wait some new fad of the world
Which might unseal its doom.
And it has come; for now our girls
Go spinning through the street
With wheels that run as Grandma’s did,
By treadles for the feet.
On two wheels now instead of one
The spinning whirl is done;
Their grandmas did it for day’s work;
They do it just for fun.
And likewise, even gray old men
Have caught up this new prank;
From grandma’s spin-wheel made a “bike,”
And learned to pump the crank.
Our grandma’s spinned at home, the yarn
From their deft fingers twirled:
But now the biker boys and girls
Go spinning round the world.
The problem next is, how to save
The waste force thus evolved?-
Put wind-up springs upon the wheels,
And lo, the problem’s solved.
For when you’ve springs enough wound up,
Gear them in gangs, and run
A motor street car at less cost
Than ever yet t’was done.
Or start a plant to generate
Electric light and heat
To serve for evening lamps at home,
And cook your bread and meat.
This scheme will prove our spinning wheels
In true worth not unlike
The wheels our grandmas used to tread,
And so commend the “bike”.