Sol’s folks, up nigh Pleasant View
Somers—and described, you see,
“Armazindy’s fambily”—
Hintin’ “ef Sol married her,
He’d jes be pervidin’ fer
Them-air twins o’ hern, and old
Palsied aunt ’at couldn’t hold
Spoon to mouth, and layin’ near
Bedrid’ on to eighteen year’,
And still likely, ’pearantly,