POTATO BLOSSOM SONGS AND JIGS
- Rum tiddy um,
- tiddy um,
- tiddy um tum tum.
My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves.
I feel like tickling you under the chin—honey—and a-asking: Why Does a Chicken Cross the Road?
When the hens are a-laying eggs, and the roosters pluck-pluck-put-akut and you—honey—put new potatoes and gravy on the table, and there ain't too much rain or too little:
- Say, why do I feel so gabby ?
- Why do I want to holler all over the place?
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Do you remember I held empty hands to you
- and I said all is yours
- the handfuls of nothing?
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I ask you for white blossoms.
I bring a concertina after sunset under the apple trees.
I bring out "The Spanish Cavalier" and "In the Gloaming, O My Darling."
The orchard here is near and home-like.
The oats in the valley run a mile.
Between are the green and marching potato vines.The lightning bugs go criss-cross carrying a zigzag of fire: the potato bugs are asleep under their stiff
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