Sometimes it jist seemed to me thar wa'nt
no end of books,

Some made fer useful readin' and some jist
made fer looks;

But of all the different books I've read,
thar's none comes up at all

To My Old Yaller Almanac, Hangin' on
the Kitchen Wall.

I've always liked amusement, of the good
and wholesome kind,

It's better than a doctor, and it elevates the
mind;

So, often of an evening, when the farm
chores all were done,

I'd join the games the boys would play, gosh
how I liked the fun;

And once thar wuz a minstrel troop, they
showed at our Town Hall,

A jolly lot of fellers, 'bout twenty of 'em all.