LIL' FELLER

When th.' sunshine's golden-yeller
Like th' curls upon his head,
Then he wakes -- th' lil' feller --
An' he jumps up, outen bed;
An' he scrambles fer his knickers
Flung, perhaps, upon th' floor,
An' he takes his hat (my old 'un),
An' he races through th' door --
An' I hear his voice, a-singin',
In his odd, ole-fashioned way,
'Cause he's glad -- th' lil' feller --
In th' mornin' o' the day.

Kinder makes me feel, well, lazy,
So I hurry up, outside,
Where th' mountains smile down, friendly --
And th' earth looks sorter wide;
An' I hear his voice a-callin',
Sayin', "Daddy, come an' see!"
An' I find him makin' gardens
Where a rock pile uster be --
An' I shout, "How goes it, sonny?"
An' my heart feels light an' gay,
Fer he's singin' -- lil' feller --
In th' mornin' o' th' day.

Lil' feller, an' his gardens!
It don't matter much ter him,