Satisfied

Some think they ain’t no fun at all

   When winter gits around,

An’ ‘speshly when the Crick’s froze up

   An’ snow is on the ground.

They wanter hang around the stove,

   An' toast a lazy shin,

An’ kick about the winter days

   Till spring gits round again.

Ol’ “Lizzard” looks as good to me

   Beneath her winter coat

As when I row in summer time

   In father’s ol’ scow boat.

An’ I kin hev as much good fun

   In var’us kinds o’ ways

As when the sun beats good an’ hot

   All through the summer days.

I hev my hooks set on the ice

     Down where pick’rel lie;

I hev my traps out in the woods –

     A happy chap am I.

Fun? Well now I should say I hev,

     The hull blame year around;

It’s all the same to me if grass

     Or snow is on the ground.

I wouldn’t want it summertime

   The hull blame year around;

I wouldn’t want it wintertime,

   With snow upon the ground.

I like to hev it ha’f an’ ha’f,

   Her change uv scenery;

Ol’ “Lizzard” jest the way she is

   Is joy enough fur me!

                 JOE CONE

Dec. 29, ‘08

Acptd N.E.H.