Feelin’ Fine

Allus hev a feelin’ fine

When October gits in line;

When Jack Frost comes pokin’ round,

Overhead an’ on the ground,

Huntin’ round, when comes the night,

Fur a chance to nip an’ bite

Anyone who ain’t aware

He is present anywhere.

Allus feel slick ez a pin

‘Cuz my crops are gathered in.

Barns are bustin’ full uv hay

Fur the dreary winter day;

Roofs are shingled, battened tight

Fur the stormy winter night.

Tools are housed an’ ev’rything

‘S ready fur ol’ winter’s sting.

Sullar’s full uv garden truck

‘Cuz we’ve had a year uv luck;

‘Taters, turnips, cabbages,

Ev’ry kind uv sass they is,

We hev put it right up brown,

An’ some juice to wash it down.

What’s to hinder feelin’ fine

When October gits in line?

Sept. 29, ‘09