dip down in;
And the hay, wal, now I’ve cut it, and I own
it and it’s mine
And I jab that blamed old fork in, till you’d
think I’d bust a tine.
I ain’t doin’ it for praises—no one sees me but
the pup,
—And I get his apperbation, ‘cause he pounds
his tail, rup, rup!
No, I do it ‘cause I want to; ‘cause I couldn’t