OLD WINTERS ON THE FARM

I have jest about decided

It‘ ud keep a town-boy hoppin’

Fer to work all winter, choppin’

Fer a’ old fire-place, like I did!

Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy!—

Blame backbone o’ winter,‘ peared-like,

Would n't break!— and I wuz skeerd-like

Clean on into Febuary!

Nothin’ ever made we madder

Than fer Pap to stomp in, layin’

On a’ extra fore-stick, sayin’

“Groun'hog' s out and seed his shadder!”