Summer’s Come

Ain’t a-worryin’ days like these,

     Summer’s come;

Jes’ kin feel thet soothin’ breeze,

     Summer’s come.

Feel thet soft an’ balmy air

Comin’ frum the sweet somewhere;

Fills yew with an “I don’t care” –

     Summer’s come.

Grub enough, here in the soil,

     Summer’s come.

Ain’t a-goin; tur dig nur toil,

     Summer’s come.

Garden sass is comin’ quick,

Brindle’s milkin’ rich an’ thick,

Fish enough here in the crick –

     Summer’s come.

Life ain’t tryin’ like it wuz,

     Summer’s come.

Folks kin git erlong becuz

     Summer’s come.

Strikes nur trusts don’t worry me,

I’m ez happy ez kin be –

Natur’ runs my factory!

     Summer’s come.

May 23, 1903