And that boy of mine I lost
When he was an eight-year’s lad!
I make out to split the wood,
Like this—little at a time.
There’s that baby, top the gate!
Beats all, how the feller’ll climb!
“Here, let’s stay with Grandpa now;
Build a cob house on the ground,”
“Keeps me pretty busy?” Yes,
Guess it does, a-putterin’ ’round!”