Those who would lie down in green pastures must not sow too many weeds and wild oats.
Howdy, Mister Summer.
It's howdy, Mister Summah!
Ah's glad toh see yoh face;
Ah hope yuh'll lak de kentry
En visit all de place!
It's howdy, Mistah Summah!
We'll happy be, Ah knows,
Wid shiny watah-melons
Eh-crowdin' in de rows!
So howdy, Mistah Summah!
Ah's glad yuh back ehgin;
We'll ten' de craps tohgetheh,
En roll de melons in!
Little Sermons.
Fast people demand a religion trained to their own pace.