O THE Summer-time to-day Makes my words Jes' flip up and fly away Like the birds! -- 'Tain't no use to try to sing, With yer language on the wing, Jes' too glad fer anything But to stray Where it may Thue the sunny summer weather of the day! Lordy! what a Summer-time Fer to sing! But my words flops out o' rhyme, And they wing Furder yit beyent the view Than the swallers ever flew, Er a mortal wanted to -- 'Less his eye Struck the sky Ez he kind o' sort o' thought he'd like to fly! Ef I @3could@1 sing -- sweet and low -- And my tongue Could @3twitter,@1 don't you know, -- Ez I sung Of the Summer-time, 'y Jings! All the words and birds and things That kin warble, and hes wings, Would jes' swear And declare That they never heerd sich singin' anywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 132 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GLENRIDDEL HERMITAGE (1) by ROBERT BURNS PARTING, CELIA WEEPS by THOMAS CAREW THE STREAM OF LIFE by ALICE CARY THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MILLER'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |