with a bell on it, and they kept ringin' the
bell every foot of the way to let folks know
I wuz one of Mr. Delmonico's boarders.



It is Fall

THE days are gettin' shorter, and
the summer birds are leaving,

The wind sighs in the tree tops,
as though all nature was grieving;

The leaves they drop in showers, there's a
blue haze over all,

And a feller is reminded that once again it's
Fall.


It is a glorious season, the crops most gathered
in,

The wheat is in the granary and the oats are
in the bin;

A feller jest feels splendid, right in harmony
with all,