Excerpt from Riley Songs of Summer The Summer-time O, the summer-time to-day Makes my words Jes' flip up and fly away Like the birds! - 'Taint no use to try to sing, With yer language on the wing, Jes' too glad fer anything But to stray Where it may Thue the sunny summer weather of the day! Lordy! what a summer-time Fer to sing! But my words flops out o' rhyme, And they wing Furder yit beyent the view Than the swallers ever flew, Er a mortal wanted to - 'Less his eye Struck the sky Ez he kind o' sort o' thought he'd like to fly! Ef I Could sing - sweet and low - And my tongue Could twitter, don't you know, Ez I sung Of the summer-time, 'y Jings! All the words and birds and things That kin warble, and hes wings, Would jes' swear And declare That they never heerd sich singin' anywhere! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.