Good Feelings

I do not care how long I go

     Without my bread and meat,

I like to very hungry grow

     It feels so good to eat.

When summer’s at her very worst,

     And withers berne and brink,

I like to get an awful thirst,

     It feels so good to drink.

And through the days of toil and fret,

     By labor hard opprest,

I do not mind how tired I get

     It feels so good to rest.

Sept. 28, 1900