Weather’s
feelin’ mild an’ soft,
Air is growin’ thicker,
‘Arly
birds er loafin’ roun’
For tew make a-dicker.
Groun’
is lossenin’ up ag’in,
Spring is surely comin’;
Quail
is blowin’ on his fife,
Partridge he is drummin’.
Natur’s
shakin’ off her white,
Green it suits her better;
Got
a hen a-cluckin’ roun’
Guess I’d better set her.
Weather’s
gittin’ mild an’ soft,
Honey bees er hummin’;
Can’t
set roun’ an’ whittle now
Spring is surely comin’.
Dec.
11, ‘96
Pub.
in B. Courier,
Apr.
11, ‘97
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