DAWN, NOON AND DEWFALL.

Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin

Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin’!

Peekin’ from the winder, half-awake, and wishin’

I could go to sleep agin as well as go a-fishin’!

On the apern o’ the dam, legs a-danglin’ over,

Drowsy-like with sound o’ worter and the smell o’ clover:

Fish all out a visitin’ —‘ cept some dratted minnor!

Yes, and mill shet down at last and hands is gone to dinner.

Trompin’ home acrost the fields: Lightnin’ - bugs a-blinkin’

In the wheat like sparks o’ things feller keeps a-thinkin':—

Mother waitin’ supper, and the childern there to cherr me!

And fiddle on the kitchen-wall a-jist a-eechin’ fer me!