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Show JUST FOLKS n j Edgar A. Goeat 4 OLD SEPTEMBER jOld September pleases me, 'Like the way he tints a tree, Like the way he comes to call Willi some trinkets for us all, In the pockets of his e.st Bringin things we like the best, Apples, peaches, pears an' plums Load the table when he comes An' for something extra line. Grapes are ready on the vine. ' ld September doesn't show Wrinkled lace or hair of snow, He is like some men who hide ge beneath a glad outside, Covorin' up his lines o' care, With a smile that s always fair, Joinin' every song that's sting. 'Just as youthful as the young. 1 Heady for a round o' fun I In the task that's to bo dono. Old September never grieves I'Bout the Tallin' of the leaves, Never grumbles or complains ,'Bout hi6 numerous aches and pains. jJust goes tralpsln' round the place 1 With a bright an' smilln' face Splashin' colors here an' there (Till there's beauty everywhere. jScatterin' happiness an' cheer -Till the whole world's glad he's here, I When old age gets hold o' me, Like September I would be, (Want to keep up with the throng, An' go marchin' right along, Want to putter round the place With a smile upon my faco Sharin' in the work an' fun Just as young as any ono. When old age gits hold o' me. Like September 1 would be. - r r |