Wadin' In De Crick

Days git wa'm an' wa'mah,     School gits mighty dull,     Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs     Mus' feel mussiful.     Hookey's wrong, I know it     Ain't no gent'man's trick;     But de aih's a-callin',     "Come on to de crick."     Dah de watah's gu'glin'     Ovah shiny stones,     Des hit's ve'y singin'     Seems to soothe yo' bones.     Wat's de use o' waitin'     Go on good an' quick:     Dain't no fun lak dis hyeah     Wadin' in de crick.     W'at dat jay-b'ud sayin'?     Bettah shet yo' haid,     Fus' t'ing dat you fin' out,     You'll be layin' daid.     Jay-bu'ds sich a tattlah,     Des seem lak his trick     Fu' to tell on folkses     Wadin' in de crick.     Wilier boughs a-bendin'     Hidin' of de sky,     Wavin' kin' o' frien'ly     Ez de win' go by,     Elum trees a-shinin',     Dahk an' green an' thick,     Seem to say, "I see yo'     Wadin' in de crick."     But de trees don' chattah,     Dey des look an' sigh     Lak hit's kin' o' peaceful     Des a-bein' nigh,     An' yo' t'ank yo' Mastah     Dat dey trunks is thick     W'en yo' mammy fin's you     Wadin' in de crick.     Den yo' run behin' dem     Lak yo' scaihed to def,     Mammy come a-flyin',     Mos' nigh out o' bref;     But she set down gentle     An' she drap huh stick,--     An' fus' t'ing, dey's mammy     Wadin' in de crick.