OLD Granny Dusk, when the sun goes down, Here @3she@1 comes into thish-yer town! Out o' the wet black woods an' swamps In she traipses an' trails an' tromps -- With her old sunbonnet all floppy an' brown, An' her cluckety shoes, an' her old black gown, Here @3she@1 comes into thish-yer town! Old Granny Dusk, when the bats begin To flap around, comes a-trompin' in! An' the katydids they rasp an' whir, An' the lightnin'-bugs all blink at @3her;@1 An' the old Hop-toad turns in his thumbs, An' the bunglin' June-bug booms an' bums, An' the Bullfrog croaks, "O here @3she@1 comes!" Old Granny Dusk, though I'm 'feard o' you, Shore-fer-certain I'm sorry, too: 'Cause you look as lonesome an' starved an' sad As a mother 'at's lost ever' child she had. -- Yet never a child in thish-yer town Clings at yer hand er yer old black gown, Er kisses the face you're a-bendin' down. |