"Mister Winter!" So I said,
"Guess you'd better hike!
Give the lady here a chance
At the rosy pike!"
Loafing.
Loafin' in the sunshine,
On a grassy bed,
Dreamin' of the melons
An' their hearts of red!
Loafin' in the sunshine,—
That is what I said!
Mockin'-bird a-singin',
Tree-tops overhead!
Loafin' in the sunshine!
All the cares are dead,
Thinkin' of the melons
An' their hearts of red!
Loafin' in the sunshine,—
Work an' worry fled!
Heart's a-dancin' hoe-downs
With the roses red!