Folks don’t think I have much to do
In this here busy town;
They think I pass the hull day through
By jest sittin’ round.
It’s lazy folks who criticize
The things what others do;
That I’m as busy as can be
I’ll leave it here to you.
I git up early every day,
Say half past nine or ten;
An’ then of course I have to eat,
An’ have a smoke an’ then
I have to go an’ git the mail,
An’ come here to the store
An’ hear the news thet’s going round,
Which takes an hour or more.
An’ then I have to eat again,
An’ have another smoke
An’ then it’s time to get the mail
Again, an’ so I poke
‘Long down the street an’ stop an’ talk –
You’ve got to be perlite,
An’ by the time I git back home
It’s comin’ towards night.
If it was only now an’ then
I wouldn’t care a ding;
But where it’s ev’ry day the same
It’s hard on me, I jing!
Folks think I don’t have much to do
But live, but I’ll be bound,
I’d like to have ‘em take a week
An’ foller me around!
March 9, ‘09
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