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James Whitcomb Riley - The Tree-Toad
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"`Scurious-like," said the tree-toad,
    "I`ve twittered far rain all day;
      And I got up soon,
      And I hollered till noon--
    But the sun, hit blazed away,
      Till I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole,
      Weary at heart, and sick at soul!

"Dozed away far an hour,
  And I tackled the thing agin;
    And I sung, and sung,
    Till I knowed my lung
  Was jest about give in;
    And then, thinks I, ef hit don`t rain now.
    There`re nothin` in singin`, anyhow!

  "Once in awhile some
    Would come a drivin` past;
      And he`d hear my cry,
      And stop and sigh--
    Till I jest laid back, at last,
      And I hollered rain till I thought my th`oat
      Would bust right open at ever` note!

  "But _I fetched_ her! O _I fetched_ her!--
    `Cause a little while ago,
      As I kindo` set,
      With one eye shet,
    And a-singin` soft and low,
      A voice drapped down on my fevered brain,
      Sayin`,--` Ef you`ll jest hush I`ll rain!`"
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