I'm jes all in, got no ambish
‘Cept to go out somewhere and fish;
Plumb fagged out, and don’t know why.
I see the clouds go floating by,
And all the time I’m sitting here
I’m wishin’ quittin’ time was near –
Jes’ sit and wish and wish and wish.
I see the bee go buzzin’ round
For some sweet flower hunger-bound;
I marvel at his busy-ness –
How does he ‘scape this dizziness?
I see the birds go wingin’ by
Under the warm and drowsy sky,
But I jes’ wallow in laziness.
What can a feller do but doze,
A sloughin’ off his college pose,
An’ scrappin’ all those pesky books,
Into which Nature never looks;
Yet she can teach me, wonder-wise,
The myst’ries of the vaulted skies
And all the glory of the rose.
J. S. Williams, The Freshman Scrapbook, May 1926