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’aint no wuk hit’s right to do
Nothin’s right but dreamin’.
Dreamin’ by a rivah side
Wif de warahs glist’nin’,
Feelin’ good an’ satisfied
Ez you lay a-list’nin’
To the little naked boys
Hollerin’ fu’ to spress deir joys
Jes’ lak youngsters ought to.
Squir’l a-tippin’ on his toes,
So’t to hide an’ virw 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 getting’ dearah—
Summah’s settin’ on de th’one,
An I’m a-layin’ neah huh!
