Classic Poem

There's somethin' like a jingle an' a tingle in the air,
Fer the honey's jest a-drippin' from the hives;
The fields are lookin' frosty with the white that blossoms there,
An' the corn crap's jest the biggest of our lives!

Summer's a-goin' —
Needn't beat the drums;
We're bound to have a showin'
When the fall time comes!

There's somethin' like a jingle an' a tingle everywhere,
An' the blue smoke has a meanin' as it curls;
They're tunin' of the fiddle, an' there's music in the air,
An' we'll soon be swinging corners with the girls!

Summer's a-goin' —
Needn't beat the drums;
We're bound to have a showin'
When the fall time comes!