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Show nrai IH PICKING CHERRIES WITH THE ma robins. HI (By C. M. Jackson.) mm July the Fourth's a-comln' with its racket and its noise; " Its bursting firecrackers, its red WM rockets in the skies; mm With its half-shot celebrators, its pow- Hfl der-burncd small boys WM A-nursin' of their many hurts, sore H . thumbs and bunged up eyes. i; All over this broad land of ours we'll ii hear the eagle scream; m ! On the platforms spieling orators HB will rant, and rave and shout, H9 i 'Till wo get the notion up our nose Hfl that once we get up steam HI ( We can lick entire creation; can HH it knock the whole world out. BJB i Now for me the Fourth has no delights HHJ - in the firing of guns; BH The thing I want and when I think, mm ; my old heart goes to throbbln' H ; Is to go back to "Dan Theodore's" and H ' have my bit of fun HH Up In tho old black cherry tree, on HHJ , the same limb with a robin. HH I'vo read tho Declaration; once knew It HH all by heart; HJI In. tho constitution and the law I'm HH ' tolerably astute; HH Of the hist'ry of my country I've HH learned a no small part, HHW And ought to know why, on this day, HHJ wo all get out and shoot. HH No howling speaker from a stage can HI j team me something new HH , Nor do I care to jog around a light- j 'nS noisy things HH Like Chinese bombs, or flower pots o' HH flaming red and blue; HH Or touch oft Roman candles, or send HH up balloons with wings. HH No, let me climb up Britton's hill, and HH ' on past "Jabe's" old farm; HH i And then, with Ed. and Steve again, HH up a treo just go a-bobbin' MJ The tree I mean is 'crost the road In HH the corner from tho barn HH And eclcbrato my freedom eating HH cherries with tho robins. HHJ ' Tho robin is a knowing bird, with an HH intellectual eye, HH And taste for good things, liko the Ml ! fruit that there in clusters hung; HH So glossy, black, so rich, so sweet, so HW lovely, Oh, my, my, MfB No wonder that the happy bird e'er H9' after eating, sung. HH; With tall afllrt, and juice-stained beak, BftBi he'd slice a cherry clean. IMJi , And hop from twig to twig in search H of those which were dead ripe; Hi ' While I, oh, dear, it makes me sigh, 8 tmi and wlsli me back again H Hi . With tho red-breast in tho cherry I IB. 1 tree; to hear him gaily pipe. M W To tell tho absolute plain truth, as I S : . sit hero tonight. K ;-! With mem'ry of that juicy fruit. I Lji.'v scarce can keep from sobbln', ffi1",! For I'm honest when I say my purest, best delight fijir'. Would bo found up in a cherry treo, ; on tho samo limb with a robin. Ml:-'' ;t''! 'Twas said In centuries a-gono that ! they who lotus ate, ; Ne'er could be brought to leave tho A i, land in which it3 petals grow; f '. No mntter what had been their lot, or ' J t what thoir previous state, j I , They'd not forsako tho lotus for progs' prog-s' ; y' pects old or now. f And where a chap has tasted of such Hf cherries as now burn I'jjjj' 'In luscious-colored pendants upon 'ij- i." that old, old tree, "- ' I ' You can bet your last slmolcon that f j : ' follow will o'er yearn n For a glimpse of the dear country, v . J i where their beautle,s ho can see. '). , So let tho small boy celebrate; tho '' l ', tippler take his dram; Tho orators screech forth their stuff while up and down they're bob- ,' bin' , I'll celebrate, tho glorious day by dreaming, if I can, I'm back at old "Dan Theodore's" tr'P on tho same limb with a robin. HHJ HHHHHHwm'"" v |