The
country youngster’s heart right now
Is very light and gay;
He
whistles merry tunes the while
He trips along the way.
The
fish-pool has no charms for him
Where grows the fragrant thyme;
His
interests are all afield,
It’s watermelon time.
Base
ball is sort of tame just now,
His wheel is in the shed;
When
autos go a-whizzing by
He never turns his head.
He’s
in a trance all through the day,
Tho’ sport is in its prime;
But
watch his nimbleness at night,
It’s watermelon time.
Aug.
20, ‘04
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