XXIII
The Drouth
Buggosh I never seen it dryer ’n ’tis
Ri’t now down this ’ere Skillet way;
It’s scassly rained a drop sence ’long in Joon,
An’ gittin’ dryer every day.
We got our corn in early ’n May, an’ seen
It mos’ly drownded out, an’ then
We planted it onct more an’ watched it grow
An’ stick out spiky leaves again.
A little later Bill ’e sez ter me