Shut-in songs . In an old apple orchard a billy-goat, grazin g,Came near to a hive where were hummingthe stopped for an instant, and upwardly them getting honey from buds on thetrees. For some unknown reason it made him indignantTo think that the bees could so easily fly. He uttered a protest and, looking malignant,He saw them fly back to the hive closely by. He raised up his tail and began to shake it; The hair on his back became bristled and look, which was fierce as his visage couldmake it, Told he contemplated a rush and a biff. He slowly backed off to a good r
Shut-in songs . In an old apple orchard a billy-goat, grazin g,Came near to a hive where were hummingthe stopped for an instant, and upwardly them getting honey from buds on thetrees. For some unknown reason it made him indignantTo think that the bees could so easily fly. He uttered a protest and, looking malignant,He saw them fly back to the hive closely by. He raised up his tail and began to shake it; The hair on his back became bristled and look, which was fierce as his visage couldmake it, Told he contemplated a rush and a biff. He slowly backed off to a good running distanceAnd forward he rushed like a cannon ballflash. With naught to impede him or offer butted the hive off its feet with a crash. From the hive came a rush of honey bees flying; They lit in a swarm on the back of the bee with a buzz of indignity, crying, A load made as heavy as Billy could —140— ^S^ ^S?«^ 3^ 3^.,^y^ ^>^ ^aC Mg SHUT-IN SONGS As he ran round the pasture Hke flags his earsfluttered;He rolled in the grass and he kicked up thesod;He pinioned one down neath his tail—then heutteredThis sentence quite plainly M-y G-o-d! O!M-y G-o-d! Looking Back. Ive been looking back, of late— Got lots of time, Ill state— To look back oer the days thats past, And on the milestones, fleeting fast, In retrospection to recall Happenings, and view them all. To reach success, the things we lack. How plain they seem—looking back. In my fancy I can seeThe swimmin hole where Jack and meUsed to swim and fish all dayWhen from school wed hie away,Playin hookey. Seems to meI can see the old beech treeWhere our names, Jim and JackWere carved—tonight—looking back. ^8^ ^«^ ^8^ ^^ yg —141— 3^ :^ 3^ 3^ 3^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ SHUT-IN SONGS I can see a brick saloonAs it was that day in JuneWhen Jack and I paused beforeThat grog-shops open stepped inside for a drink,Knowi
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