The Ripest Peach Is Highest On The

The Jelly - The Jam And The Marmalade, And The Cherry-and Quince-'preserves' She Made! And The Sweet-sour Pickles Of Peach And Pear, With Cinnamon In 'em, And All Things Rare! And The More We Ate Was The More To Spare, Out To Old Aunt Mary's! Ah!

But The Air's So Appetizin'; And The Landscape Through The Haze Of A Crisp And Sunny Morning Of The Airly Autumn Days Is A Pictur' That No Painter Has The Colorin' To Mock-when The Frost Is On The Punkin And The Fodder's In The Shock.

When You Awaken Some Morning And Hear That Somebody Or Other Has Been Discovered, You Can Put It Down As A Fact That He Discovered Himself Years Ago - Since That Time He Has Been Toiling, Working, And Striving To Make Himself Worthy Of General Discovery.

I Love The Horse From Hoof To Head. From Head To Hoof And Tail To Mane. I Love The Horse As I Have Said - From Head To Hoof And Back Again.

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!