Beautiful Sunday
It was such a bright morning
That the cows, coming out of the cool dark barns feeling a good deal better,
Stood for a while and blinked,
And the young heifers said to each other,
“Oh my!
I never saw such a pretty day!
Let's jump over fences!
Let's go running up and down lanes with our tails in the air!”
And the old sisterly Jerseys
Thought to themselves, “That patch of white clover
Over in the corner where the woodchucks are
Ought to be about ready for a good going over.”
Well, you never saw anything in your life like the way the young ducks were acting.
They were tearing in and out of the water
Making enough noise to be heard all over the township;
Even the robins were scandalized
And sat around in the trees looking sideways and one-eyed at them.
All the crawdads in that part of the creek
Picked up and moved, and the sober old snake
Slipped off his rock and went for a walk in the briars.
The ghosts of dead spiders
Had been busy all night, and every few feet along the road
There was a rope of gossamer.
The old white horse taking two gray people to meeting
Held up his head and said to himself,
“Look at those ropes!
Watch me bust them!
Whammy, there goes another one!
Doggone, I'll bet there isn't another horse in 42 counties
Can run along a road pulling a buggy and busting ropes and cables.”
And all of a sudden he felt so good
That he threw up his hindquarters and gave a two-legged kick.
And the old gray woman said, “Well, I swan to gracious.”
And the old gray man got all tangled up in the lines
And nearly fell out of the buggy reaching for the whip.
“Whoa, there,” he said. “Whoa, there, Roosevelt!
Hold on now! What in the Sam Hill is into you?”
About fourteen hundred Mayapple stems,
With their parasols up, marched down the hill,
And all the spring beauties turned up their pale, peaked noses
And said, “Don't them Mayapples
Think they're somebody
With their bumbershoots up!”
Oh, it was a grand day, a specially grand day,
And all the flowers were so sweet
That the butterflies sneezed,
And the young goats and the lambs
Couldn't think of anything special enough
In the way of capers and didoes,
So they just stood still and looked wise.
That the cows, coming out of the cool dark barns feeling a good deal better,
Stood for a while and blinked,
And the young heifers said to each other,
“Oh my!
I never saw such a pretty day!
Let's jump over fences!
Let's go running up and down lanes with our tails in the air!”
And the old sisterly Jerseys
Thought to themselves, “That patch of white clover
Over in the corner where the woodchucks are
Ought to be about ready for a good going over.”
Well, you never saw anything in your life like the way the young ducks were acting.
They were tearing in and out of the water
Making enough noise to be heard all over the township;
Even the robins were scandalized
And sat around in the trees looking sideways and one-eyed at them.
All the crawdads in that part of the creek
Picked up and moved, and the sober old snake
Slipped off his rock and went for a walk in the briars.
The ghosts of dead spiders
Had been busy all night, and every few feet along the road
There was a rope of gossamer.
The old white horse taking two gray people to meeting
Held up his head and said to himself,
“Look at those ropes!
Watch me bust them!
Whammy, there goes another one!
Doggone, I'll bet there isn't another horse in 42 counties
Can run along a road pulling a buggy and busting ropes and cables.”
And all of a sudden he felt so good
That he threw up his hindquarters and gave a two-legged kick.
And the old gray woman said, “Well, I swan to gracious.”
And the old gray man got all tangled up in the lines
And nearly fell out of the buggy reaching for the whip.
“Whoa, there,” he said. “Whoa, there, Roosevelt!
Hold on now! What in the Sam Hill is into you?”
About fourteen hundred Mayapple stems,
With their parasols up, marched down the hill,
And all the spring beauties turned up their pale, peaked noses
And said, “Don't them Mayapples
Think they're somebody
With their bumbershoots up!”
Oh, it was a grand day, a specially grand day,
And all the flowers were so sweet
That the butterflies sneezed,
And the young goats and the lambs
Couldn't think of anything special enough
In the way of capers and didoes,
So they just stood still and looked wise.
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