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Edgar Guest - Just Folks
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We`re queer folks here.
    We`ll talk about the weather,
    The good times we have had together,
The good times near,
    The roses buddin`, an` the bees
    Once more upon their nectar sprees;
    The scarlet fever scare, an` who
    Came mighty near not pullin` through,
    An` who had light attacks, an` all
    The things that int`rest, big or small;
But here you`ll never hear of sinnin`
Or any scandal that`s beginnin`.
We`ve got too many other labors
To scatter tales that harm our neighbors.

We`re strange folks here.
    We`re tryin` to be cheerful,
    An` keep this home from gettin` tearful.
We hold it dear
    Too dear for pettiness an` meanness,
    An` nasty tales of men`s uncleanness.
    Here you shall come to joyous smilin`,
    Secure from hate an` harsh revilin`;
    Here, where the wood fire brightly blazes,
    You`ll hear from us our neighbor`s praises.
Here, that they`ll never grow to doubt us,
We keep our friends always about us;
An` here, though storms outside may pelter
Is refuge for our friends, an` shelter.

We`ve one rule here,
    An` that is to be pleasant.
    The folks we know are always present,
Or very near.
    An` though they dwell in many places,
    We think we`re talkin` to their faces;
    An` that keeps us from only seein`
    The faults in any human bein`,
    An` checks our tongues when they`d go trailin`
    Into the mire of mortal failin`.
Flaws aren`t so big when folks are near you;
You don`t talk mean when they can hear you.
An` so no scandal here is started,
Because from friends we`re never parted.
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