An Autumn Luxury

An Autumn Luxury.
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Life seems a whole lot sweeter
When election day draws near.
It is neater an’ completer- Leastways’ that’s how things ap- pear,
Nearly every kind o’ blessin’
You could wish for comes in reach
When the candidate’s adddressin’
Us constituents in a speech.

The apples sof’ly bulshin’,
Seem to smile an’ welcome him;
An’ the breeze comes up a-rushin’,
So’s to shake ’em off the limb.
An’ when he starts a sayin’
How he likes us, every one,
It is jes’ like music playin,’
An’ we’re sorry when it’s done.

You kin talk ’bout oysters growin’,
Plump and fine, down in the bay,
And about the reed birds showin’
Greater sweetness every day;
An’ the other joys that beckon
To contentment in the fall;
But the candidate, I reckon,
Is the one that beats them all.