There
is a frosty feelin’
A-creepin’ o’er the hill;
Down
in the sheltered valleys
The nights are growin’ chill.
The
nights are growin’ “mooney”,
They’re almost bright as day;
It’s
time to put the melons
Out of temptation’s way.
c. Sept. 17, 1910
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