THAT BOY. 



LEWIS A. BROWNE. 



" It's funny 'bout that boy o' mine ; 



Jest watch him there at play, 

 A-buildin' up a snow man fine 



An' luggin' it that way. 

 He's in it up above his knees, 



He says it does him good; 

 (He also says he's sure to freeze 



A-splittin' up my wood ! ) 



" He went a-fishin' t'other day ; 



The wind was cold an' strong; 

 He didn't mind it anyway, 



Jest bobbed the whole day long. 

 Caught 7 pick'rel, big uns, too, 

 An' they looked mighty nice; 

 (He said he'd freeze that day, he knew, 



A-helpin' me cut ice!) 



"He likes to snowball with the boys, 



An' he can slide all night ; 

 He says sich things is 'winter joys,' 



An' makes him feel jest right. 

 He's visitin' his traps to-day, 



Back 6 mile in the woods; 

 (Too cold to go a mile to town 



To buy some household goods!) 



" It does seem kinder funny, now, 



How he is put together ; 

 Can't work a bit, an' yet, I vow ! 



Can play in any weather. 

 He's mine an' I won't make a fuss, 



But 't makes me all unstrung; 

 (Well there, I guess he's 'bout like us 



When we were jest as young!)" 



BIG UNS, TOO " 



