Jes’ a sorto’ lazein’ there— S’ lazy, ’at you peek and peer Through the wavin’ leaves above, Like a feller ’ats in love And don’t know it, ner don’t keer. Ever’thing you hear and see Got some sort o’ interest— Maybe find a bluebird’s nest Tucked up there conveenently Fer the boys ’ats apt to be Up some other apple tree! Watch the swallers skootin’ past ’bout as peert as you could ast; Er the Bobwhite raise and whiz Where some other’s whistle is. IV. Ketch a shadder down below, And look up to find the crow; Er a hawk away up there, ’Pearantly froze in the air!— Hear the old hen squawk, and squat Over every chick she’s got, Suddent-like!—And she knows where That air hawk is, well as you!— You jes’ bet yer life she do!— Eyes a-glittering like glass Waitin’ till he makes a pass! V. Pee-wees’ singin’, to express My opinion, ’s second class, Yit you’ll hear ’em more er less; Sapsucks gettin’ down to biz, Weedin’ out the lonesomeness; Mr. Bluejay, full o’ sass, In those base-ball clothes o’ his, Sportin’ ’round the orchard jes’ Like he owned the premises! Sun out in the field kin sizz, But flat on yer back, I guess, In the shade’s where glory is! That’s jes’ what I’d like to do Stiddy fer a year er two! VI. Plague! ef they aint sompin’ in Work ’at kindo’ goes agin My convictions!—’long about Here in June especially!— Under some old apple tree Jes’ a-restin’ through and through, I could git along without Nothin’ else at all to do Only jes’ a-wishin’ you Was a-gettin’ there like me, And June was eternity! VII.