Classic Poem

Hear the happy jays a-singin';
Leaves a-driftin' in the medder;
See the 'simmons turnin' redder,
An' the farmer boy a-grinnin'
At his copper toes.

Happy times fer me an' Sal;
Happy times for Jim an' Al;
We've raised a sumshus crop,
An' we're upon the top,
In our new-bought clothes.

More an' more it's gittin' cooler;
Frost is makin' purtier pictures
On the winder-panes. By victers!
I am feelin' like a ruler
Over all this earth.

Happy times for me an' Sal;
Happy time fer Jim an' Al;
We've raised a sumshus crop,
An' we're upon the top,
Settin' by the he'rth.

Nights are havin' longer hours;
Sleep is surely growin' finer;
Dreams becomin' sweeter, kin'er,
Since the season of the flowers.
Winter days fer me.

Lots o' time fer lib'ral thought;
Lots o' time to worry not,
When snow's knee-deep outdoors,
An' driftin' on the moors,
Like a silver sea.

Hear the happy jays a-singin',
Leaves a-driftin' in the medder;
See the 'simmons turnin' redder,
An' the farmer boy a-grinnin'
At his copper toes.

Happy times fer me an' Sal;
Happy times fer Jim an'Al;
We've raised a sumshus crop,
An' we're upon the top,
In our new-bought clothes.

More an' more it's gittin' cooler;
Frost is makin' purtier pictures
On the winder-panes. By victers!
I am feelin' like a ruler
Over all this earth.

Happy times fer me an' Sal;
Happy times fer Jim an' Al;
We've raised a sumshus crop,
An' we're upon the top,
Settin' by the he'rth.

Nights are havin' longer hours;
Sleep is surely growin' finer;
Dreams becomin' sweeter, kin'er,
Since the season of the flowers.
Winter days fer me.

Lots o' time fer lib'ral thought;
Lots o' time to worry not,
When snow's knee-deep outdoors,
An' driftin' on the moors,
Like a silver sea.