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James Whitcomb Riley - When The Green Gits Back In The Trees
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In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,
    And the sun comes out and stays,
  And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze,
    And you think of yer barefoot days;
  When you ort to work and you want to not,
    And you and yer wife agrees
  It`s time to spade up the garden lot,
    When the green gits back in the trees--
      Well! work is the least o` _my_ idees
      When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!

  When the green gits back in the trees, and bees
    Is a-buzzin` aroun` agin,
  In that kind of a lazy go-as-you-please
    Old gait they bum roun` in;
  When the groun`s all bald where the hay-rick stood,
    And the crick `s riz, and the breeze
  Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood,
    And the green gits back in the trees,--
      I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these,
      The time when the green gits back in the trees!

  When the whole tail-feathers o` wintertime
    Is all pulled out and gone!
  And the sap it thaws and begins to climb,
    And the sweat it starts out on
  A feller`s forred, a-gittin` down
    At the old spring on his knees--
  I kind o` like jes` a-loaferin` roun`
    When the green gits back in the trees--
      Jes` a-potterin` roun` as I--durn--please--
      When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!
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