Foolin' Wid De Seasons

Seems lak folks is mighty curus     In de way dey t'inks an' ac's.     Dey jes' spen's dey days a-mixin'     Up de t'ings in almanacs.     Now, I min' my nex' do' neighbour,--     He's a mighty likely man,     But he nevah t'inks o' nuffin     'Ceptin' jes' to plot an' plan.     All de wintah he was plannin'     How he 'd gethah sassafras     Jes' ez soon ez evah Springtime     Put some greenness in de grass.     An' he 'lowed a little soonah     He could stan' a coolah breeze     So 's to mek a little money     F'om de sugah-watah trees.     In de summah, he 'd be waihin'     Out de linin' of his soul,     Try 'n' ca'ci'late an' fashion     How he 'd git his wintah coal;     An' I b'lieve he got his jedgement     Jes' so tuckahed out an' thinned     Dat he t'ought a robin's whistle     Was de whistle of de wind.     Why won't folks gin up dey plannin',     An' jes' be content to know     Dat dey 's gittin' all dat's fu' dem     In de days dat come an' go?     Why won't folks quit movin' forrard?     Ain't hit bettah jes' to stan'     An' be satisfied wid livin'     In de season dat 's at han'?     Hit 's enough fu' me to listen     W'en de birds is singin' 'roun',     'Dout a-guessin' whut 'll happen     W'en de snow is on de groun'.     In de Springtime an' de summah,     I lays sorrer on de she'f;     An' I knows ol' Mistah Wintah     Gwine to hustle fu' hisse'f.     We been put hyeah fu' a pu'pose,     But de questun dat has riz     An' made lots o' people diffah     Is jes' whut dat pu'pose is.     Now, accordin' to my reas'nin',     Hyeah's de p'int whaih I 's arriv,     Sence de Lawd put life into us,     We was put hyeah fu' to live!