Riley farm-rhymes . ..^^ THE TREE-TOAD s C CUROUS-LIKE, said the tree-toad,Tve twittered fer rain all day; And I got up soon,And hollered tel noon—But the sun, hit blazed away, Tell I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole,Weary at hart, and sick at soul!167 THE TREE-TOAD Dozed away fer an hour, And I tackled the thing agin: And I sung, and sung, Tel I knowed my lungWas jest about give in ; And then, thinks I, ef hit dont rain iwztj Theys nothin in singin, anyhow ! Onct in a while some farmerWould come a-drivin past; And hed hear my cry, And stop and sigh—Tel I jest laid back, at last, And I holle

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Riley farm-rhymes . ..^^ THE TREE-TOAD s C CUROUS-LIKE, said the tree-toad,Tve twittered fer rain all day; And I got up soon,And hollered tel noon—But the sun, hit blazed away, Tell I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole,Weary at hart, and sick at soul!167 THE TREE-TOAD Dozed away fer an hour, And I tackled the thing agin: And I sung, and sung, Tel I knowed my lungWas jest about give in ; And then, thinks I, ef hit dont rain iwztj Theys nothin in singin, anyhow ! Onct in a while some farmerWould come a-drivin past; And hed hear my cry, And stop and sigh—Tel I jest laid back, at last, And I hollered rain tel I thought my thoat Would bust wide open at ever note ! But I fetched her !—O / fetched her !—Cause a little while ago,As I kindo one eye shet,And a-singin soft and low, A voice drappcd down on my fevered brain,A saym,—Ef youll jest hush Ill rain! i68.

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