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In spring, when the green gits back in the trees, / And the sun comes out and stays, / And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze, / And you think of yer barefoot days; / When you ort to work and you want to not, / And you and yer wife agrees / It's time to spade up the garden lot, / When the green gits back in the trees -- / Well! work is the least o' _my_ idees / When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!
When the green gits back in the trees, and bees / Is a-buzzin' aroun' agin, / In that kind of a lazy go-as-you-please / Old gait they bum roun' in; / When the groun's all bald where the hay-rick stood, / And the crick 's riz, and the breeze / Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood, / And the green gits back in the trees, -- / I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these, / The time when the green gits back in the trees!