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James Whitcomb Riley - Down Around The River
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Noon-time and June-time, down around the river!
  Have to furse with `Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her!
  Drives me off the place, and says `at all `at she`s a-wishin`,
  Land o` gracious! time`ll come I`ll git enough o` fishin`!
  Little Dave, a-choppin` wood, never `pears to notice;
  Don`t know where she`s hid his hat, er keerin` where his coat is,--
  Specalatin`, more `n like, he haint a-goin` to mind me,
  And guessin` where, say twelve o`clock, a feller`d likely find me.

  Noon-time and June-time, down around the river!
  Clean out o` sight o` home, and skulkin` under kivver
  Of the sycamores, jack-oaks, and swamp-ash and ellum--
  Idies all so jumbled up, you kin hardly tell `em!--
  _Tired_, you know, but _lovin`_ it, and smilin` jest to think `at
  Any sweeter tiredness you`d fairly want to _drink_ it.
  Tired o` fishin`--tired o` fun--line out slack and slacker--
  All you want in all the world`s a little more tobacker!

  Hungry, but _a-hidin`_ it, er jes` a-not a-keerin`:-
  Kingfisher gittin` up and skootin` out o` hearin`;
  Snipes on the t`other side, where the County Ditch is,
  Wadin` up and down the aidge like they`d rolled their britches!
  Old turkle on the root kindo-sorto drappin`
  Intoo th` worter like he don`t know how it happen!
  Worter, shade and all so mixed, don`t know which you`d orter
  Say, th` _worter_ in the shadder--_shadder_ in the _worter!_

  Somebody hollerin`--`way around the bend in
  Upper Fork--where yer eye kin jes` ketch the endin`
  Of the shiney wedge o` wake some muss-rat`s a-makin`
  With that pesky nose o` his! Then a sniff o` bacon,
  Corn-bread and `dock-greens--and little Dave a-shinnin`
  `Crost the rocks and mussel-shells, a-limpin` and a-grinnin`,
  With yer dinner far ye, and a blessin` from the giver.
  Noon-time and June-time down around the river!
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