O,
Gungywamp is busy now,
The summer folks are comin’,
An’
ev’rywhere about the town
The wheels of trade are hummin’.
Ham
Streeter’s painted up his stage,
Looks like a circus waggin;
Has
got a brand new pair o’ nags,
So now they ain’t no laggin’.
Hamp
Culver’s built onto his house,
He’s got some boarders comin’;
He
says Semanthy, that’s his wife,
Is keepin’ him a hummin’.
Two
autos went through yesterday,
With baggage on behind ‘em;
If
they keep goin’ thick as this,
The horses soon won’t mind ‘em.
The
mail’s increasin’ ev’ry day,
To liven up existence;
Postmaster
says ‘fore very long
He’ll have to have assistance.
Kin
hear the bang of croquet balls
An’ arguments that foller;
O,
quietness in Gungywamp
Till fall hez gone to holler.
In
Stokes’ store it’s noticed most,
The clerks are in a scurry;
When
summer people want their goods
They want ‘em in a hurry.
He
says he’ll hev to get a boy
Ef things keep on a hummin’;
O,
Gungywamp’s a tearin’ place
When Summer folks are comin’!
June 8, ‘10
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