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Git down and roll and waller, don't you know,
In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow,
Seein' sich craps! I'll undertake to say
There're no wheat's ever turned out thataway
Afore this season! -- Folks is keerless tho',
And too fergitful -- 'caze we'd ort 'o show
More thankfulness! -- Jes' looky hyonder, hey? --
And watch that little reaper wadin' thue
That last old yaller hunk o' harvest-ground --
Jes' natchur'ly a-slicin' it in-two
Like honey-comb, and gaumin' it around
The field -- like it had nothin' else to do
On'y jes' waste it all on me and you!
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