I found this poem in the book "Tobacco in Song and Story" (1896)... I like it!
THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF
There's clay pipes and briar pipes and meerschaum pipes as well
There's plain pipes and fancy pipes- things just made to sell
But any pipe that can be bought for marbles, chalk or pelf
Ain't equal to the flavor of the pipe you make yourself
Jest take a common cob and whittle out the middle
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle
Fit a stem into the side and lay her on the shelf
And when she's dry you take her down- that pipe you made yourself
Cram her full clear to the brim with natural leaf, you bet
Twill smoke a trifle better for being somewhat wet
Take your worms and fishin' pole and a jug along for health
And you'll get a taste of heaven from that pipe you made yourself
(author: Henry E. Brown)
THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF
There's clay pipes and briar pipes and meerschaum pipes as well
There's plain pipes and fancy pipes- things just made to sell
But any pipe that can be bought for marbles, chalk or pelf
Ain't equal to the flavor of the pipe you make yourself
Jest take a common cob and whittle out the middle
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle
Fit a stem into the side and lay her on the shelf
And when she's dry you take her down- that pipe you made yourself
Cram her full clear to the brim with natural leaf, you bet
Twill smoke a trifle better for being somewhat wet
Take your worms and fishin' pole and a jug along for health
And you'll get a taste of heaven from that pipe you made yourself
(author: Henry E. Brown)