O THE Summer-time to-day Makes my words Jes' flip up and fly away Like the birds! -- 'Tain't no use to try to sing, With yer language on the wing, Jes' too glad fer anything But to stray Where it may Thue the sunny summer weather of the day! Lordy! what a Summer-time Fer to sing! But my words flops out o' rhyme, And they wing Furder yit beyent the view Than the swallers ever flew, Er a mortal wanted to -- 'Less his eye Struck the sky Ez he kind o' sort o' thought he'd like to fly! Ef I @3could@1 sing -- sweet and low -- And my tongue Could @3twitter,@1 don't you know, -- Ez I sung Of the Summer-time, 'y Jings! All the words and birds and things That kin warble, and hes wings, Would jes' swear And declare That they never heerd sich singin' anywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE PAST IS THE PRESENT by MARIANNE MOORE THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |