April on Half Moon Mountain.
Seed time and weed time and cattle out to grass,
Women-folk a-settin' hens and plantin' garden sass.
Gee, I'm tired of pickled pork and home baked
beans__
Mother, pass the sassafras and sour dock greens.
Peach bloom and mint perfume and me a-diggin' bait,
I ought to be a-plowin', but the fish won't wait.
__C. L. Edson
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