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Show A Springtime Citizen, Dar's a drowsy sorter feelln" what's a-stealin' a-stealin' roun' de place Wen de daisies in the medder feel de sunshine sun-shine In dey face; En I never makes no answer Wen de Trees say. "Howdy-do." I nachully tdo laxy fer ter tell 'em, "Same ter your WorTfaway fer money, ' Shady days en sunny. But I'm a-wattin" on de bees What storln" up de honey! Mister Mocklii'blrd, a-singln' in de tip-top er de tree, I 'bleesre ter ltssen ter you, kaxe you stngin' right at me! But I tells you plain en simple, whar de coolln' shadders creep. You singln' me ter sleep, suh you singla' me ter sleep! Work away fer money, ' Shady days en sunny. But medders make de milk fer me,' En bees dey makes de honey! I hear de flel'-han's callln 'crost de hilltops hill-tops en de dells, En de tinkle, tinkle, tinkle er de fur-off cattle-bells. En dey 'pears to be a-eayin: "You must sow, ef you would reap": But all de worl' la singln' des a-singln' me ter sleep! ( Work away fer money. Shady days en sunny, i But I'm a-waltln' on de bees ' ' What storln' up de honey! Frank L. Stanton la Collier's Weekly. |