Give Me Natur’ Ez She Is

What is all this growlin’ ‘bout,

Turnin’ cuss wuds inside out,

Findin’ fault with Natur’s plan

Cuz she don’t suit ev’ry man.

Can’t yeou see it’s allus best

Jest to let Miss Natur’ rest?

Let her hev her reg’lar say,

An’ do things her reg’lar way?

Don’t dip in her bizzernizz,

Take her, brother, ez she is.

When it’s col’ yeou run off South,

When it’s wet yeou want a drouth;

When it’s dry yeou cuss for rain,

When it’s hot yeou muss perfane.

So yeou see, frien’s, on the hull

‘Tis th’ bes’ ter let her mull;

Let her head this ‘arthly fight,

An' she’ll bring all things aright.

Don’t dip in her bizzernizz,

Take her, brother, ez she is.

Dec. 26, ‘93

Pub. in B. Courier, Jan. 7, ‘94