SEEMS like a feller'd ort'o jes' to-day Git down and roll and waller, don't you know, In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow, Seein' sich crops! I'll undertake to say There're no wheat's ever turned out thataway Afore this season! -- Folks is keerless, though, And too fergitful -- 'caze we'd ort'o show More thankfulness! -- Jes' looky hyonder, hey? -- And watch that little reaper wadin' thue That last old yaller hunk o' harvest-ground -- Jes natchur'ly a-slicin' it in two Like honeycomb, and gaumin' it around The field -- like it had nothin' else to do On'y jes' waste it all on me and you! |