III.

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.