Classic Poem

When ever'thing's a-goin' like she's got-a-goin' now, —
The maple-sap a-drippin', and the buds on ever' bough
A-sort o' reachin' up'ards all a-trimblin', ever' one,
Like 'bout a million Brownie-fists a-shakin' at the sun!
The children wants their shoes off 'fore their breakfast, and the Spring
Is here so good-and-plenty that the old hen has to sing! —
When things is goin' thisaway , w'y, that's the sign, you know,
That ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!

Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!
Old Winter's up and dusted, with his dratted frost and snow —
The ice is out the crick ag'in, the freeze is out the ground,
And you'll see faces thawin' too ef you'll jes' look around! —
The bluebird's landin' home ag'in, and glad to git the chance,
'Cause here's where he belongs at, that's a settled circumstance!
And him and mister robin now's a-chunin' fer the show.
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!

The sun ain't jes' p'tendin' now! — The ba'm is in the breeze —
The trees'll soon be green as grass, and grass as green as trees;
The buds is all jes' eechin' , and the dogwood down the run
Is bound to bu'st out laughin' 'fore another week is done;
The bees is wakin', gap'y-like, and fumblin' fer their buzz,
A-thinkin' ever-wakefuler, of other days that wuz, —
When all the land wuz orchard-blooms and clover, don't you know. . . .
Oh, ever'thing's a-goin' like we like to see her go!