Just Folks
by
Edgar A. Guest




To the Little Mother and
the Memory of the Big
Father, This Simple Book
Is Affectionately Dedicated




Just Folks

We're queer folks here.
We'll talk about the weather,
The good times we have had together,
The good times near,
The roses buddin', an' the bees
Once more upon their nectar sprees;
The scarlet fever scare, an' who
Came mighty near not pullin' through,
An' who had light attacks, an' all
The things that int'rest, big or small;
But here you'll never hear of sinnin'
Or any scandal that's beginnin'.
We've got too many other labors