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The Change of the Seasons

When the hen begins to cackle
And the rooster ‘gins to crow,
When the duck begins to quackle
And the sun to melt the snow,
Then we know that Spring’s a creepin’
In upon us full of cheers,
And the snow begins a weepin’
Of itself away in tears.

When we hear the martins singin’
And a flyin’ round the shed,
When we see the peewees wingin’
And the geese begin to wed,
Then we get the hoss and wagon
And around the barn we scratch
And manure commence a draggin’
Out upon the tater-patch.

When the buttercups are bloomin’
And the frog is heard to croak,
When the thunder is a boomin’
And the lightnin’ hugs the oak,
Then we know that Summer’s tryin’
For to hustle Spring away,
And the mud begins a dryin’
And the dust begins to play.

When we see the snake a crawlin’
And the crow begin to caw,
And the cat-bird is a squallin’,
And the magpie ‘gins to jaw,
Then we get the scythe and sickle
And begin to whet and grind,
And the grass commence to tickle
And the wheat to cut and bind.

When the Frost begins a nippin’
Of the sweet-pertater vine,
When the rambo and the pippin

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