"S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad, "I've twittered fer rain all day; And I got up soon, And hollered tel noon -- But the sun, hit blazed away, Tell I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole, Weary at hart, and sick at soul!
"Dozed away fer an hour, And I tackled the thing agin: And I sung, and sung, Tel I knowed my lung Was jest about give in; And THEN, thinks I, ef hit don't rain NOW, They's nothin' in singin', anyhow!
"Onc't in a while some farmer Would come a-drivin' past; And he'd hear my cry, And stop and sigh -- Tel I jest laid back, at last, And I hollered rain tel I thought my th'oat Would bust wide open at ever' note!
"But I FETCHED her! -- O _I_ FETCHED her! -- 'Cause a little while ago, As I kindo' set, With one eye shet, And a-singin' soft and low, A voice drapped down on my fevered brain, A-sayin', -- 'EF YOU'LL JEST HUSH I'LL RAIN! "
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