In spring, when the green gits back in the trees, <br />And the sun comes out and stays, <br />And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze, <br />And you think of yer barefoot days; <br />When you ort to work and you want to not, <br />And you and yer wife agrees <br />It's time to spade up the garden lot, <br />When the green gits back in the trees-- <br />Well! work is the least o' _my_ idees <br />When the green, you know, gits back in the trees! <br /> <br />When the green gits back in the trees, and bees <br />Is a-buzzin' aroun' agin, <br />In that kind of a lazy go-as-you-please <br />Old gait they bum roun' in; <br />When the groun's all bald where the hay-rick stood, <br />And the crick 's riz, and the breeze <br />Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood, <br />And the green gits back in the trees,-- <br />I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these, <br />The time when the green gits back in the trees! <br /> <br />When the whole tail-feathers o' wintertime <br />Is all pulled out and gone! <br />And the sap it thaws and begins to climb, <br />And the sweat it starts out on <br />A feller's forred, a-gittin' down <br />At the old spring on his knees-- <br />I kind o' like jes' a-loaferin' roun' <br />When the green gits back in the trees-- <br />Jes' a-potterin' roun' as I--durn--please-- <br />When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-green-gits-back-in-the-trees/
