VII.

Lay out there and try to see Jes’ how lazy you kin be!— Tumble round and souse yer head In the clover-bloom, er pull Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes, And peek through it at the skies, Thinkin’ of old chums ’ats dead, Maybe, smilin’ back at you In betwixt the beautiful Clouds o’ gold and white and blue!— Month a man kin railly love— June, you know, I’m talkin’ of!