Spring (An Original Subject)

                                                    

Ev’ry spring I’m full uv song

Singin’ all the hull day long;

Like the robin an’ the lark,

Frum the daybreak till the dark;

Like the bluebird an’ the wren,

Like the turkey an’ the hen;

Git so full uv gentle spring

I jest hev to stop an’ sing.

While the winter hol’s apace

Songs are somehow out uv place;

Sperits they are hel’ below,

Fruzen stiff with ice an’ snow.

Plug along day after day

With no thought uv feelin’ gay;

Luggin’ jest the same ol’ load

O’er the cold an’ dreary road.

But when spring comes o’er the hills,

Openin’ up the brooks an’ rills,

Clearin’ off the drifts uv snow

So the grass kin start to grow,

Bringin’ back the birds an’ bees,

Buddin’ out the apple trees,

I jest ketch it on the wing,

An' I hev to start to sing.

They’s a feelin’ in my throat

Uv a high an’ mighty note;

Chest expnds a foot or so,

An’ I feel my whiskers grow.

Feel the blood rush thro’ my veins

Like an eave-trough when it rains.

Kennot seem to do a thing

On’y pitch right in an’ sing.

April 8, 1904