Watermelon Time

The country youngster’s heart right now

     Is very light and gay;

He whistles merry tunes the while

     He trips along the way.

The fish-pool has no charms for him

     Where grows the fragrant thyme;

His interests are all afield,

     It’s watermelon time.

Base ball is sort of tame just now,

     His wheel is in the shed;

When autos go a-whizzing by

     He never turns his head.

He’s in a trance all through the day,

     Tho’ sport is in its prime;

But watch his nimbleness at night,

     It’s watermelon time.

Aug. 20, ‘04