The Time for Me

THE TIME FOR ME. When the leaves are turnin 5 yellow, And the hay is in the barn, And the haws are glossy black upon the tree ;

When the plums are good and mellow, And dear grandma gits her yarn, O, I tell yon, fellers, that's the time .fer me!

When the hills are clothed in glory, And the maples bend and bow To the tune the creek is singin' merrily ;

When I hear old Winter's story I That the winds are moanin' now, O, I tell you, fellers, that's the time fer me When the spare-ribs, sweet and drippin'. Like them mother alius fries, And the honey father gathers from the bee, Jist keep my lips a sippin' Till my pants is stretched a size— O, I tell you, fellers, that's the time fer me!

When I've got a shiney dollar And I have one, as a rule, When the threshin's done — and I'm jist till'd with glee, And I kick my heels and holler As I skip away to school, Then, I tell you, fellers, that's the time fer me! H. R. Merrill. Preston, Idaho. September.