Classic Poem

" 'SCUR'OUS-LIKE, " said the tree-toad,
" I've twittered fer rain all day;
And I got up soon,
And hollered tel noon —
But the sun, hit blazed away,
Tel I jest clum down in a crawfish-hole,
Weary at hart, and sick at soul!

" Dozed away fer an hour,
And I tackled the thing ag'in:
And I sung, and sung,
Tel I knowed my lung
Was jest about give in;
And then , thinks I, ef hit don't rain now ,
They's nothin' in singin', anyhow!

" Onc't in a while some farmer
Would come a-drivin' past;
And he'd hear my cry,
And stop and sigh —
Tel I jest laid back, at last,
And I hollered rain tel I thought my th'oat
Would bust wide open at ever' note!

" But I fetched her! — O I fetched her! —
'Cause a little while ago,
As I kindo' set,
With one eye shet,
And a-singin' soft and low,
A voice drapped down on my fevered brain,
A-sayin', — " Ef you'll jest hush I'll rain!" "