Gungy’s Busy Days

The windfall apples spread the ground,

      Both yeller, green and red;

They are not left to lie an’ rot,

      But gathered up instead.

It’s cider time in Gungywamp,

      We’re working with a smile,

To git our apples on the way

      To Miller’s cider mill.

All roads in Gungywamp just now

      Lead out to “Miller’s Hill”;

And just below the hill there stan’s

      Ol’ Bijak’s cider mill.

“First come, first served,” that’s Bijah’s way,

      An’ so we’re like to burst

Ourselves to see which one will git

      His apples out there first.

They ain’t no lazy bones in all

      Uv Gungywump jest now;

They’s honest sweat, an’ lots uv it,

      On each man’s noble brow.

Would like to tell you more, but laws!

      We’re busy fit to kill;

You see we’ve got an errant, too,

      To Bijah’s cider mill.

Sept. 5, ‘10

Wed. Sep. 7, ‘10