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!