“Lizzard Crick Poems” - Chasin’ Woodchucks

                                           Lizzard Crick Poems

                                       Chasin’ Woodchucks

Chasin’ woodchucks threw the cover,

Stubbin’ toes an’ rollin’ over;

Gittin’ near him jest ez he

Strikes his hole an’ laffs at me.

Thet is what I yuster did,

When I went an’ visited

Uncle Dick in Medder-town,

Where the crick goes windin’ down;

Windin’ down beyend the p’int,

Where the fish-house, out o’ j’int,

Stan’s a-creakin’ in the breeze,

Ez it whissles threw the trees.

Chasin’ woodchucks threw the parstur’,

Goin’ farst, but ‘ey go farster;

Ain’t no use in chasin’ one,

On’y it is fully fun.

Seems sometimes ez ‘o’ they’d jorg,

Leezure like, ef warn’t no dorg,

Sorter darin’ you tur chase

Tell ‘ey’d smell ‘eir hidin’ place;

‘N’en ‘ey’d disappear frum view,

Turn an’ grin an’ laff at you.

‘At’s the way ‘em woodchucks do,

An’ some peoples does it, too.

May 10, ‘94

Pub. in Boston

Traveler, Mar. 14,

   1895

                                         Lizzard Crick Poems

                                         Chasin’ Woodchucks

 

  

Chasin’ woodchucks threw the clover,

Stubbin’ toes an’ rollin’ over;

Gittin’ nigh ’im jes’ ez he

Struck ’is ’ole an’ laff at me;

’At is what I yuster did

When I went an’ visited

Uncle Dick in Meddertown,

Where the crick goes windin’ down;

Windin’ down beyen’ the p’int,

Where the fish-house, out o’ j’int,

Stan’s a-swayin’ in the breez

Ez it w’issles threw the trees.

 

Chasin’ woodchucks threw the parstur’,

Goin’ farst, but ’ey go farster;

Ain’t no use in chasin’ one,

On’y it is gorgeous fun!

Seems ez ’o’ he’d sometimes jorg

Leezurlike, ef warn’t no dorg,

Sorter darin’ you tur chase

Tell he snuffs ’is hidin’ place;

’En he disappears frum view,

In ’is ’ole an’ laffs at you.

’At’s the way ’em woodchucks do,

An’ some peoples does it, too.