Life will wake with love and light,
Joyous, joyous everywhere.
HOT?—WELL, RATHER!
The sun come peekin’ crost the hills
With round, red, shinin’, smilin’ face
That broadened to a grin from ear
To ear,—a most perdigeous space!
Then he showed his teeth an’ slapped his sides
An’ laughed an’ shook with all his might
To think how ’tarnal hot ’t’ould be