---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Merrill, H. R.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 15
number: 3
published: 1912-01
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Merrill, H. R., "The Time for Me," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 3 (January 1912): 245.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1503unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera1503unse
start_page: 245
end_page: 245
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1912-01)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1503unse
  publication_year: 1912
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1912, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# The Time for Me

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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.