Shorts

                                         

The days are growin’ shorter,

     It makes us feel forlorn,

To think the autumn got here,

     That summer days are gone.

The bright an’ golden summer

     That took so long to come;

Seems like ‘twas only lately

     It got around, I vum.

The days are growin’ shorter,

     Our cash is jest the same;

‘Tain’t ‘cuz we’re growin’ sporty,

     The weather is to blame.

An’ while it’s growin’ shorter

     Our bills are growin’ long;

No wonder they’s a minor

     A-runnin’ through our song.

The days are growin’ shorter,

     Cain’t help the fact, alas!

The lengthy winter evenin’s

     Are comin’ soon to pass.

But we will grin and bear it

     An’ try not to expire,

Ez long as corns an’ cider

     Are poppin’ round the fire!

Sept. 9, ‘10