Waitin’

We are waitin’ fur the summer,

     Sittin’ round frum day to day;

She’s a little to the south’ard,

     Usin’ up her time in play.

She is down there with the robin,

     An’ the bluebird an’ the wren,

An’ we’ll be most awful happy

     When she gits up here agen.

We are waitin’ fur the summer,

     Seems just like she’s awful slow;

Allus glad to see her comin’,

     Allus hate to hev her go.

Say, you fellers down in Georgy,

     Do not keep her there too long;

Do not hold her hands forever,

     Fur we want her smile an’ song!

March 1, ‘06