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If I could only wander back

To boyhood jest one day,

So'st' I could have my chice agin

Of games we used to play,

I'd let the kites an' marbles go,

An' say, "Come on, boys! let's

All go out a-huntin' fer

The yaller jackets' nest."

Jest to lay up in the shadder

Of the fence once agin

Of the old vacant lot

'At the cows pastured in,

Where the dandelions were bloomin',

'N there take a rest,

While you listen to the music

'Round the yaller jackets' nest.

There was one 'at allers went along

An' romped with us 'n raced,

With her sun-bonnet a-hangin' back

'N curls down to 'er waist,

In the checkered little frock she wore

Of gingham,--what a pest

She was to us when huntin' fer

The yaller jackets' nest.

It's the prime of the blossms

'At's a-hangin' from the trees

An' the music of the buzzin'

'At brings lonesome memories,

Fer it seems as if I heerd her say

"You better look out, lest

They all swarm out and sting yeh

From the yaller jackets' nest."

Sometimes I think I hear 'er voice

An' see 'er eyes of blue,

That borried all their color from

The sky 'at peeks at you

Between the clouds in summer

After rain has fell an' blessed

The flowers an' openin' blossoms

'Round the yaller jackets' nest.