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SONG OF SUMMER

Dis is gospel weathah sho’—

Hills is sawt o’ hazy.

Meddahs level ez a flo’

Callin’ to de lazy.

Sky all white wif streaks o’ blue,

Sunshine softly gleamin’,

D’ain’t no wuk hit’s right to do,

Nothin’ ‘s right but dreamin’.

Dreamin’ by de rivah side

Wif de watahs glist’nin’,

Feelin’ good an’ satisfied

Ez you lay a-list’nin’

To the little nakid boys

Splashin’ in de watah,

Hollerin’ fu’ to spress deir joys

Jes’ lak youngsters ought to.

Squir’l a-tippin’ on his toes,

So ‘s to hide an’ view you;

Whole flocks o’ camp-meetin’ crows

Shoutin’ hallelujah.

Peckahwood erpon de tree

Tappin’ lak a hammah;

Jaybird chattin’ wif a bee,

Tryin’ to teach him grammah.

Breeze is blowin’ wif perfume,

Jes’ enough to tease you;

Hollyhocks is all in bloom,

Smellin’ fu’ to please you.

Go ‘way, folks, an’ let me ‘lone,

Times is gettin’ dearah—

Summah’s settin’ on de th’one,

An’ I ‘m a-layin’ neah huh!