The
sun is gittin’ higher
Ev’ry day;
We
don’t have to poke the fire
Ev’ry day.
The
snow is slowly goin’,
The
grass will soon be showin’
Our
neighbor’s rooster’s crowin’
Ev’ry day.
The
ice is growin’ weaker
Ev’ry day;
The
crick is lookin’ sleeker
Ev’ry day.
Ev’rybuddy
most is wishin’
They
could hear their lines a-swishin’ –
We
are likely to go fishin’
Any day.
Feb.
18, ‘09
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