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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wortermelon Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again,<br>And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,<br>Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin--<br>Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! it's in the sandy soil wortermelons does the best,<br>And it's thare they'll lay and waller in the sunshine and<br>the dew<br>Tel they wear all the green streaks clean off of theyr<br>breast;<br>And you bet I ain't a-findin' any fault with them; ain't<br>you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They ain't no better thing in the vegetable line;<br>And they don't need much 'tendin', as ev'ry farmer<br>knows;<br>And when theyr ripe and ready fer to pluck from the vine,<br>I want to say to you theyr the best fruit that grows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's some likes the yeller-core, and some likes the red.<br>And it's some says 'The Little Californy' is the best;<br>But the sweetest slice of all I ever wedged in my head,<br>Is the old 'Edingburg Mounting-sprout,' of the west</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't want no punkins nigh your wortermelon<br>vines--<br>'Cause, some-way-another, they'll spile your melons,<br>shore;--<br>I've seed 'em taste like punkins, from the core to the rines,<br>Which may be a fact you have heerd of before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But your melons that's raised right and 'tended to with<br>care,<br>You can walk around amongst 'em with a parent's<br>pride and joy,<br>And thump 'em on the heads with as fatherly a air<br>As ef each one of them was your little girl er boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I joy in my hart jest to hear that rippin' sound<br>When you split one down the back and jolt the halves<br>in two,<br>And the friends you love the best is gethered all around--<br>And you says unto your sweethart, 'Oh, here's the<br>core fer you!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I like to slice 'em up in big pieces fer 'em all,<br>Espeshally the childern, and watch theyr high delight<br>As one by one the rines with theyr pink notches falls,<br>And they holler fer some more, with unquenched<br>appetite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boys takes to it natchurl, and I like to see 'em eat--<br>A slice of wortermelon's like a frenchharp in theyr<br>hands,<br>And when they 'saw' it through theyr mouth sich music<br>can't be beat--<br>'Cause it's music both the sperit and the stummick<br>understands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, they's more in wortermelons than the purty-colored<br>meat,<br>And the overflowin' sweetness of the worter squshed<br>betwixt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The up'ard and the down'ard motions of a feller's teeth,<br>And it's the taste of ripe old age and juicy childhood<br>mixed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fer I never taste a melon but my thoughts flies away<br>To the summertime of youth; and again I see the dawn,<br>And the fadin' afternoon of the long summer day,<br>And the dusk and dew a-fallin', and the night a-comin'<br>on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thare's the corn around us, and the lispin' leaves and<br>trees,<br>And the stars a-peekin' down on us as still as silver<br>mice,<br>And us boys in the wortermelons on our hands and knees,<br>And the new-moon hangin' ore us like a yeller-cored<br>slice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! it's wortermelon time is a-comin' round again,<br>And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,<br>Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin--<br>Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,
Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin--
Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see.

Oh! it's in the sandy soil wortermelons do..."></div>
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