Untitled (Stokes’s store setters)

The nights they come the nights they go,

     Spring, summer, autumn, fall,

An’ still they meet there regular,

     The setters one an’ all.

I’d tell you more uv what they do,

     An’ rake them fellers o’er,

But I must go an’ take my seat

     In Stokes’s grocery store.

Nov. 16, ‘08