I believe this was published in the Copemish Progress.  Here is a transcription of a poem by Ira Courson --

Pioneer experiences rhymed by the official Rhymester,
These tales were told at the New Years gathering of 1916:

John Stiver met a savage buck,
John grabbed his hat ant took to flight;
The race was never nip and tuck,
The deer could not keep John in sight.

Jerry Gilbert hunted too,
Of deer he never got a sight;
He heard them snort the whole night through,
He smoked mosquitos all the night.

Al Ball, he got a broken leg,
An awful smash, the neighbors say;
For months he could not move a peg,
And the nearest doctor miles away.

Another pioneer perforce,
To a high class dinner went one night;
He filled up so, on the first course,
He couldn't eat another bite.

Another course of course was brought,
Some chickens from the choicest coop;
John Harrington could eat no more,
John Harrington was full of soup.