Fixin’ Up Fur Winter

Hayin’ time is over,

     Summer’s on the wane;

Got in all the clover,

     Bindin’ up the grain.

Crops is off tur market,

     Money’s in the bank;

Gittin’ fixed fur winter,

     With the Lord tur thank.

Grind yewr axe up Charlie,

     Git yewr nails out Ned;

Fell yewr trees fur fuel,

     Patch the heifer’s shed.

All fixed up fur winter,

     Cellar stocked ‘ith juice;

Pop corn, fire an’ apples,

     Say now, what’s the use?

Aug. 20, ‘97

Pub. in World,

Sep. 26, 97