Jack
Frost is round the corner
Jest waitin’ in the shade,
To
swat you on the fingers
With his cold weather blade.
He’s
hidin’ in the bushes,
Jest keepin’ out o’ sight;
But
one o’ these here evenin’s
You’re goin’ to feel his bite.
Jack
Frost is bent on mischief,
No matter where he goes;
He
likes to clip your fingers
An’ shorten up your toes.
He’s
dressed in autumn colors
Your spirit to beguile;
But
when he gets you nappin’
He’ll freeze you with a smile.
Perhaps
these lines are early,
An’ out uv season quite;
But
then, we have to do it
Or git out uv the fight,
With
magazines and journals,
With pushers of the pen,
All
hev to up an’ hustle
To beat the other men.
July
31, ‘09
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