When Springtime Comes

When springtime creeps across the hills

     It fills me with delight;

The balmy breeze and budding trees

     Bring forth a welcome sight.

I take my auger, pail and knife

     Where maple trees abound,

And make a tap for dripping sap

     When springtime comes around.

When springtime comes upon the “Crick”,

     My heart beats forth anew;

Old “Lizzard” gleams like golden dreams,

     And sparkles like the dew.

I dig some worms and take my pole

     Down where the perch are found,

And fish away a happy day

     When springtime comes around.

When springtime comes upon the farm

     There’s bustle everywhere;

The cattle rouse from winter’s drowse

     And bees hum through the air.

The farming tools are brought again

     To break the budding ground,

And life ha charm upon the farm

     When springtime comes around.

March 9, 1901