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Show WHAT'S THE USE? Won't some feller rise and tell me What on earth a feller docs, In the night time after supper with the day's work put away. When he sits out on the gal'ry and hears the cicadas buz?, Jf he hasn't got no babies for to romp around an' play; If he ain't no little feller fcr to run to him for hugs, If he ain't no little lassie fer to give him no caress, If he ain't no little baby fcr to chase the candle bugs, What on earth is there to glad him or to soothe his loncsomcncss? If, when he's downstairs o' mornings with the niornin' paper, he Hasn't got no gold-haired lassie fcr to speak down th' stair In her nighty an' come rompin' with a giggle to his knee. With her bare pink toes a-twinklin' an' her golden, ycllcr hair Just a-flyin' with the gladness of the dewy mornin' time, With the light o joy a-twinklin' in her eyes o' bonny blue Oh, without no- little babies for to dance to him an' climb Up into his lap o' mornin's what docs any feller do? Without any little babies lyin' in a cuddled heap, In a little snow white chamber in a little snow white bed, With the covers kicked all crooked where they're lyin' fast asleep, With a little fist a-rcstin' underneath under-neath a yellow head, What's the use o' bcin' livin', what's the use of goin' down To the day's work of a mornin' an' o comin' home o' nights, What's the bonuty of the country or the pleasures of the town, With no baby lips a-waitin' for your daddy-kiss o' nights? - Judd Mortimer Lewis in Houiiton Post. |
