feller wishin’

That he could cut an’ run from school an’ put

his time in fishin’.

’Twas one them soft’nin’ sort of days an’ while

I was a-pickin’

A switch, it come acrost me what a shame to git

a lickin’

On such a mighty pleasant day. So I shinned

up a tree

An’ cut a slimpsy popple switch that wouldn’t