A Feller’s Lazy Days

Ever hev yewr lazy days

When yew kennot bear to raise

Hand nur foot, nur do a bit

O’ work, or even think uv it?

Bet yew do, the same ez me,

Days when labor don’t agree

With yewr constitution? Say,

Ever feel in jest that way?

Tired days, and weary days,

All you wanter do is laze,

     Yawn an’ stretch an’ set around

Where the softest place is found;

Too much effort mos’ to walk,

Ruther set an’ think than talk,

Interested not a sue

In the work you’d orter dew.

Ain’t exactly sick, an yit,

Feel ez tho’ you wanter git

Way off by yewrsef, away

Frum the duties uv the day,

Where nobuddy’ll say to yew

“Got an errant here turdew.”

Or a job they’re wantin’ jes’

For to spite yewr laziness!

O, a feller’s lazy days!

Bound they be to come always;

Always when yew orter be

Full uv snap an’ energy.

Ever have ‘em so yew know

Haow they come an’ haow they go?

Bet yew hev, but ef yew’ve not

Then yew’ve missed an awful lot.

June 13, 1904