''Scurious-like,' said the tree-toad, <br />'I've twittered far rain all day; <br />And I got up soon, <br />And I hollered till noon-- <br />But the sun, hit blazed away, <br />Till I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole, <br />Weary at heart, and sick at soul! <br /> <br />'Dozed away far an hour, <br />And I tackled the thing agin; <br />And I sung, and sung, <br />Till I knowed my lung <br />Was jest about give in; <br />And then, thinks I, ef hit don't rain now. <br />There're nothin' in singin', anyhow! <br /> <br />'Once in awhile some <br />Would come a drivin' past; <br />And he'd hear my cry, <br />And stop and sigh-- <br />Till I jest laid back, at last, <br />And I hollered rain till I thought my th'oat <br />Would bust right open at ever' note! <br /> <br />'But _I fetched_ her! O _I fetched_ her!-- <br />'Cause a little while ago, <br />As I kindo' set, <br />With one eye shet, <br />And a-singin' soft and low, <br />A voice drapped down on my fevered brain, <br />Sayin',--' Ef you'll jest hush I'll rain!''<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-toad/
