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March ain't never nothin' new! Aprile's altogether too Brash fer me! and May--I jes' 'Bominate its promises, Little hints o' sunshine and Green around the timber-land-- A few blossoms, and a few Chip-birds, and a sprout er two,-- Drap asleep, and it turns in 'Fore daylight and SNOWS ag'in!-- But when JUNE comes--Clear my th'oat With wild honey!--Rench my hair In the dew! and hold my coat! Whoop out loud! and th'ow my hat!-- June wants me, and I'm to spare! Spread them shadders anywhere, I'll git down and waller there, And obleeged to you at that!