When The Frost Gets Out

There's suthin' 'bont this kind o' weather Kot likeall the rest the year, Ealn and .shine mixed up'together Mak es me ftel so kind o' queer. Borne days warm, but others colder. All the days seern pretty loog. VVish I waz'bout six weeks older, Bul theu, I s'pose that that is wrong. Still a feller can't help wishin' When he thlnks of bastí and trout, And you bet I'm goiu' a tishin' When the frost gets out. You needn't look fur spring-tinie's season 'Till the pussy wlllowa burst, Thej7 aresmarter fur some ïeason And they seein to know it first. When I see them put their shoots off Then I a'ways jump and shout; 'Oause ma says I kin t:ike my boots off When the frost gits out. I'm good d.eal bigger'n I was last year, Last year'fl clothes djn't ñt me now, Pa sayB maybe time spring gets here 111 bc bifi enough to plow. Ma says u ay I grow is larmin'. My ! I feel ao big and stout; Kmd'y think you'U see jne farmin' When the irost gits out.