English poem
Spring Fever
by Douglas Malloch (1877–1938)
Not exactly lazy-- Yet I want to sit In the mornin’ hazy An’ jest dream a bit. Haven’t got ambition Fer a single thing-- Regaler condition Ev’ry bloomin’ Spring.
Want to sleep at noontime (Ought to work instead), But along at moontime Hate to go to bed. Find myself a-stealin’ Fer a sunny spot-- Jest that Springy feelin’, That is what I’ve got.
Like to set a-wishin’ Fer a pipe an’ book, Like to go a-fishin’ In a meadow-brook With some fish deceiver, Underneath a tree-- Jest the old Spring fever, That’s what’s ailing me!