A Morning Call

Can’t stop to talk this mornin’,

     I’m busy ez kin be;

Can’t stop fur news nur gossip

     Nur nothin’, no-sir-ee.

I’ve got to keep a-hoein’,

     This garden is a sight;

Good bye! Jes’ come round later,

     Say after dark tonight.

You didn’t come fur talkin’,

     You didn’t come to stay?

Well, what in thunderin’ blazes

     Might you hev come for, eh?

What’s that? You’re goin’ fishin’

     Down in old Bullhead Hole?

All right – plague take the farmin’ –

Wait till I git my pole!

Aug. 20, ‘08