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HOOSIER SPRING-POETRY
When ever'thing's a-goin' like she's got-a-goin' now,—
The maple-sap a-drippin', and the buds on ever' bough
A-sort o' reachin' up'ards all a-trimblin', ever' one,
Like 'bout a million Brownie-fists a-shakin' at the sun!
The children wants heir shoes off 'fore their breakfast, and the Spring
Is here so good-and-plenty that the old hen has to sing!—
When things is goin' thisaway, w'y, that's the sign, you know,
That ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
The maple-sap a-drippin', and the buds on ever' bough
A-sort o' reachin' up'ards all a-trimblin', ever' one,
Like 'bout a million Brownie-fists a-shakin' at the sun!
The children wants heir shoes off 'fore their breakfast, and the Spring
Is here so good-and-plenty that the old hen has to sing!—
When things is goin' thisaway, w'y, that's the sign, you know,
That ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
Old Winter's up and dusted, with his dratted frost and snow—
The ice is out the crick ag'in, the freeze is out the ground,
And you'll see faces thawin' too ef you'll jes' look around!—
The bluebird's landin' home ag'in, and glad to git the chance,
'Cause here's where he belongs at, that's a settled circumstance!
And him and mister robin now's a-chunin' fer the show.
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
Old Winter's up and dusted, with his dratted frost and snow—
The ice is out the crick ag'in, the freeze is out the ground,
And you'll see faces thawin' too ef you'll jes' look around!—
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'Cause here's where he belongs at, that's a settled circumstance!
And him and mister robin now's a-chunin' fer the show.
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
The sun ain't jes' p'tendin' now!—The ba'm is in the breeze—
The trees'll soon be green as grass, and grass as green as trees;
The buds is all jes' eechin', and the dogwood down the run
Is bound to bu'st out laughin' 'fore another week is done;
The bees is wakin', gap'y-like, and fumblin' fer their buzz,
A-thinkin' ever-wakefuler, of other days that wuz,—
When all the land wuz orchard-blooms and clover, don't you know. ...
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
The trees'll soon be green as grass, and grass as green as trees;
The buds is all jes' eechin', and the dogwood down the run
Is bound to bu'st out laughin' 'fore another week is done;
The bees is wakin', gap'y-like, and fumblin' fer their buzz,
A-thinkin' ever-wakefuler, of other days that wuz,—
When all the land wuz orchard-blooms and clover, don't you know. ...
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
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