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TELL you what I like the best | |
Long about knee-deep in June, | |
Bout the time strawberries melts | |
On the vine,some afternoon | |
Like to jes git out and rest, | 5 |
And not work at nothin else! | |
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Orchards where Id ruther be | |
Neednt fence it in fer me! | |
Jes the whole sky overhead | |
And the whole airth underneath | 10 |
Sorto sos a man kin breathe | |
Like he ort, and kind o has | |
Elbow-room to keerlessly | |
Sprawl out lenthways on the grass | |
Where the shadders thick and soft | 15 |
As the kivvers on the bed | |
Mother fixes in the loft | |
Allus, when theys company! | |
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Jes a sort o lazein there | |
S lazy, at you peek and peer | 20 |
Through the wavin leaves above, | |
Like a feller ats in love | |
And dont know it, ner dont keer! | |
Everthing you hear and see | |
Got some sort o interest | 25 |
Maybe find a bluebirds nest | |
Tucked up there conveenently | |
Fer the boys ats apt to be | |
Up some other apple-tree! | |
Watch the swallers skootin past | 30 |
Bout as peert as you could ast; | |
Er the Bobwhite raise and whiz | |
Where some others whistle is. | |
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Ketch a shadder down below, | |
And look up to find the crow; | 35 |
Er a hawk away up there, | |
Pearantly froze in the air! | |
Hear the old hen squawk, and squat | |
Over every chick shes got, | |
Suddent-like!And she knows where | 40 |
That-air hawk is, well as you! | |
You jes bet yer life she do! | |
Eyes a-glitterin like glass, | |
Waitin till he makes a pass! | |
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Pee-wees singin, to express | 45 |
My opinion, s second class, | |
Yit youll hear em more or less; | |
Sapsucks gittin down to biz, | |
Weedin out the lonesomeness; | |
Mr. Bluejay, full o sass, | 50 |
In them base-ball clothes o his, | |
Sportin round the orchard jes | |
Like he owned the premises! | |
Sun out in the fields kin sizz, | |
But flat on yer back, I guess, | 55 |
In the shades where glory is! | |
Thats jes what Id like to do | |
Stiddy fer a year er two! | |
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Plague! ef they aint sompin in | |
Work at kind o goes agin | 60 |
My convictions!long about | |
Here in June especially! | |
Under some old apple-tree, | |
Jes a-restin through and through, | |
I could git along without | 65 |
Nothin else at all to do | |
Only jes a-wishin you | |
Was a-gittin there like me, | |
And June was eternity! | |
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Lay out there and try to see | 70 |
Jes how lazy you kin be! | |
Tumble round and souse your head | |
In the clover-bloom, er pull | |
Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes, | |
And peek through it at the skies, | 75 |
Thinkin of old chums ats dead, | |
Maybe smilin back at you | |
In betwixt the beautiful | |
Clouds o gold and white and blue! | |
Month a man kin railly love | 80 |
June, you know, Im talkin of! | |
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March aint never nothin new! | |
Aprils altogether too | |
Brash fer me! and MayI jes | |
Bominate its promises, | 85 |
Little hints o sunshine and | |
Green around the timber-land | |
A few blossoms, and a few | |
Chip-birds, and a sprout er two | |
Drap asleep, and it turns in | 90 |
Fore daylight and snows agin! | |
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But when June comesClear my throat | |
With wild honey! Rench my hair | |
In the dew! and hold my coat! | |
Whoop out loud! and throw my hat! | 95 |
June wants me, and Im to spare! | |
Spread them shadders anywhere, | |
Ill git down and waller there, | |
And obleeged to you at that! | |
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