Playing Doss.

Playing Doss.
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De bumble bee in tollin’.
Like he’s supposed to do:
De garter snakes’ uncoilla
Foh to chase a bug or two:
Do clouds is hurryin’ on deir track.
Dey’s not de sky to oro An’ I’s
Jes Iayin’ on my back Out yere an playin’ bess.
De robin sings to cheer me.
De cricket fiddles soine:
De bullfrog nex’ draws near me, A hammerin’ ou de drum. When daylight’s gone I’ll use de moon, An’ never feel de loss. De world keeps goin’ night and noon. An’ i’s a-pingin’ boss.
-Italtimore Sun.