GRANVILLE OSBORNE. Flittin' along from tree to tree, Chipper 'n friendly ez he kin be; Dancin' erbout on the'r talles' lim', Jes' the likeliest place fer him. Bound ter foller 'n seems to know Very bes' places I like to go; Bobbin' his head 'n winkin' his eye, 'S if he knew all erbout ther sky; 'Nen he nods an' sez as plain, "Goin' ter rain; goin' ter rain!" Little feller 'ith coat all brown, Vest uv red wher' the wings come down, Primpin' his feathers 'n winkin' at me, Mincin' er-round so he kin see; 'Taint no use ter hide erway, 'At's a game what two can play; 'Course he finds me, 'nen he tries Ter make believe he's awful wise. All uv a suddin he sez again, "Goin' ter rain, goin' ter rain!" Climbed way up ter his nest one day, "Better be careful," I heard him say; Ruffled his coat 'n looked so mad, I didn't 'spose he could be so bad. Coziest nest 'at ever you seen, Snuggled way up amongst ther green; Four little eggs, ther purtiest blue, Didn't touch one uv 'em, honest 'n true! Robin hops on 'n begins ter explain, "Goin' ter rain, goin' ter rain!" |