Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 June 1892 — Onsartin’ Weather. [ARTICLE]

Onsartin’ Weather.

Now, thur ain’t no nse a talkin’ ’bout yer smilin', .buddin’ Mays, When the North, wind, frost, an’ snowstorms karo such curious, startlin’ ways; For the corn's a sproutin' down’ards an’ pertaters float in’ off. An’ thur ain’t a nabur round us ’thout a raspin’, hackin' cough. Why, it’s jes’ as like as any, if they ain’t stuck in the mud. They’ll be cuttin’ las at Natchez on the last Missouri flood. All the robins art’ the catbirds say they're goin’ South-again, An' I'm havin’ lots o’ bother with my old brown settin’ hen. ’Cos she’d tho't she’got May fever, but site says the aitnaatac Must a biu an old last year’s one, an’ I’d better take it back. When I went to’ town a week ago to get some summer eloso An' a bonnet fer Marlar—why, whatever d’ye spose? Why, a big chinchilla overcoat they tried. • to have me buy, An’ a fur-lined hood an’ tippet fer my wife to take an' try. All thur Icemen got arrested for a-forcin’ o’ thur trade. While the coalyards begged piotectlon from a chilly people's raid, An’ I've been a-frettin’ awful ’bout them poets—them as sing All about the burstin' budlets an’ thur signs o’ early spring. An’ I hope thev’ll jc* stop writing an’ go out an' take a walk. Then they'll find thur off’n the calendar a month by my blue chalk; An’ to make the records jibe, they ought when singin' out. so gay, Jes extend thur rhymes to take in June an’ leave out fickle May; It’ll give ’em jes a little change—an’ us a different tune— Fur strewn, spoon, hoon, moon, prune, noon, coon, dune, loon, all hitch with June.