Knee-Deep in June by James Whitcomb Riley — Read

I. Tell you what I like the best -- / 'Long about knee-deep in June, / 'Bout the time strawberries melts / On the vine, -- some afternoon / Like to jes' git out and rest, / And not work at nothin' else'

II. Orchard's where I'd ruther be -- / Needn't fence it in fer me! -- / Jes' the whole sky overhead, / And the whole airth underneath -- / Sorto' so's a man kin breathe / Like he ort, and kindo' has / Elbow-room to keerlessly / Sprawl out len'thways on the grass / Where the shadders thick and soft / As the kivvers on the bed / Mother fixes in the loft / Allus, when they's company!