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Edgar Guest - When We Were Kids
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WHEN we wuz kids together, an` we didn`t have a care,
In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare,
When a hat warn`t necessary, an` a necktie in the way,
An` there warn`t a blessed thing t` do but scamper off an` play;
Then th` sun meant somethin` to us, an` the blue skies overhead
Kinder stooped down in th` meadows where we children wuz, an` said:
"Trout are bitin` in th` mill stream, hurry up an` git yer pole,
Now`s th` time you should be hikin` `t` yer fav`rit fishin` hole."

When we wuz kids together, an` there warn`t a thing t` fret, 
` Cept comin` home t` mother with our hair suspicious wet, 
Then th` sunbeams an` th` song birds used t` come t` us an` say: " 
They are swimmin` in th` river, better git there right away, 
As we passed `em we could hear `em laughin`, splashin` down below."
Then we hurried t` th` river, jus` as fast as we could go, 
For there warn`t a thing t` keep us, like there is now we are men, 
An` th` sunbeams an` th` song birds an` the skies meant somethin` then.

Now th` same sunbeams come callin`, an` th` same song birds come near,
And the same blue skies bend o`er me and their messages I hear;
Every dancing sunbeam tells me that out yonder in the stream
Now the pickerel are biting, but I only sit and dream;
For I`ve journeyed past my boyhood, I `m a slave forevermore,
And I must not heed their whispers as I used to do of yore;
There are bills to meet and duties that I must not, dare not shirk,
Mr. Sunbeam, quit yer coaxin`, it`s no use, I`ve got t` work.
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