When I am nervous anyways
I don’t fly all to gosh. Instid
I simply, calmly shift my quid.
But jest as I had rolled her ’crost—
Wal, suthin’ dropped and I was lost.
And all of Heaven, friends, I saw
Was while I shifted that air chaw.”
I think, dear sir, I scarce need add
That seldom do you see so glad
A resurrection time as they