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"Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, / "I've twittered far rain all day; / And I got up soon, / And I hollered till noon -- / But the sun, hit blazed away, / Till I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole, / Weary at heart, and sick at soul!
"Dozed away far an hour, / And I tackled the thing agin; / And I sung, and sung, / Till I knowed my lung / Was jest about give in; / And then, thinks I, ef hit don't rain now. / There're nothin' in singin', anyhow!