“When
the frost
is on
the pumpkin
an’ the
fodder’s in
the shock”
is a
pleasant theme
for poets, both the real
an’ the mock, but
the punkin season’s over, an’
the frost is wholly gone;
now the robin’s on the gate-post an’ the bluebird’s on the lawn. People have their
fav’rite seasons, I hev mine like
all the rest, an’ it ain’t in punkin season though it’s pie is fur the best; what hits me the best fur wea-ther is a
meller spring time morn when the
robin’s on
the gate-post
an’ the
blue-bird’s on the lawn.
April
6, ‘09
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