SPRING FEVER
Not exactly lazy—
Yet I want to sit
In the mornin’ hazy
An’ jest dream a bit.
Haven’t got ambition
Fer a single thing—
Regaler condition
Ev’ry bloomin’ Spring.
Want to sleep at noontime
(Ought to work instead),
But along at moontime
Hate to go to bed.
Find myself a-stealin’
Fer a sunny spot—
Jest that Springy feelin’,
That is what I’ve got.
Like to set a-wishin’
Fer a pipe an’ book,
Like to go a-fishin’
In a meadow-brook
With some fish deceiver,
Underneath a tree—
Jest the old Spring fever,
That’s what’s ailing me!