Spring Fishin’

Bluebirds in the orchard,

     Weather’s growin’ fine;

Startin’ fur ol’ “Lizzard”

     With a hook an’ line.

Perch will bite this mornin’

     Down in Bullhead Hole;

Streaks uv joy an’ gladness

     Runnin’ through my soul.

Crick is blue an’ shinin’,

     Sky is clear an’ blue;

Fish hawks sailin’ over,

     Out a-fishin’ too.

Got my bait an’ tackle,

     Hope I’ll git a string!

Nuthin’ like it now’ere,

     Fishin’ in the spring.

March 30, 1902