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Show A Comparison. James Whitcomb Riley. I'd lather lay out here among tho trees, With the elngin' liirds an' the bum'l bees, A-lmowln' thet I cau do as I please. Than to live what folks call a lilo of oaso Up thar In the city. For I really don't nactly underslau' Where the comfort is f er auy man In walking hot hrlcks an' unIii' a fan, An' enloyln' himself us he says he can, Up thar in the city. , It's kinder lonesome, inebbe you'll say, A-livin' out here day after day In this kinder easy, careless way, But a hour out here Is better'n a day Up thar in the city. As fer that, Jus' look at the flowers aroun', A-peepin' their heads up all over the grouu', An' the fruit a-bendin' the trees 'way dowu. You don't tind such things as these In town, ,. Or rather in the city. ; ' ' , As I said afore, such things as these, The (lowers, the birds an' bum'l bees, An' a-livln' out here among the trees Where you can take your ease an' do as you please, 1 , t Makes it better'n the city. Now, all the talk don't 'mount to snuff, 'Bout this kinder life a-bein' rough, . An' I'm sure it's plenty good enough. An' 'tween you 'an me 'taln't half as tough As llvln' in the city. . |