A Sort Uv Feelin’

They’s a sort uv feelin’ roun’

     Thet the fros’ hez lef’ the groun’

Thet ol’ Natur soon will shock us with her scanty summer duds;

     Thet we needn’t feel alarm

     ‘Bout the welfare uv the farm,

‘Cuz she’s comin’ long ez usyul with her crop uv shuts an’ buds.

     They’s a sort uv feelin’ roun’

     Ef the plowshare kin be foun’,

Ef the seeds er dried an’ ready fur tur sow with lazy swing;

     Ef the harnesses er fixed,

     An’ the fosserfates er mixed,

‘Cuz it’s sartin by the feelin’ we are overtook by spring.

     They’s a sort uv feelin’ roun’

     Fur the jingle tingle soun’,

Uv the coppers in our pockets which er layin’ ruther clost;

     Fur the change erbout our clothes,

     Which we carry, I suppose,

‘Cuz it’s time fur sarsperillar an’ we’ve got tur take a dost.

Dec. 20, ‘96

Pub. in B.Courier,

Mar. 14, ‘97