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<h2> PICNIC-TIME </h2>
<p>It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy<br/>
That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy;<br/>
For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen,<br/>
Where "fields beyont the swellin' floods stand dressed in livin' green";<br/>
Where little girls are skeered to death with spiders, bugs, and ants,<br/>
An' little boys get grass-stains on their go-to meetin' pants.<br/>
It's June ag'in, an' with it all what happiness is mine—<br/>
There's goin' to be a picnic, an' I'm goin' to jine!<br/>
One year I jined the Baptists, an' goodness! how it rained!<br/>
(But grampa says that that's the way "baptizo" is explained.)<br/>
And once I jined the 'Piscopils an' had a heap o' fun—<br/>
But the boss of all the picnics was the Presbyteriun!<br/>
They had so many puddin's, sallids, sandwidges, an' pies,<br/>
That a feller wisht his stummick was as hungry as his eyes!<br/>
Oh, yes, the eatin' Presbyteriuns give yer is so fine<br/>
That when they have a picnic, you bet I'm goin' to jine!<br/>
But at this time the Methodists have special claims on me,<br/>
For they're goin' to give a picnic on the 21st, D. V.;<br/>
Why should a liberal universalist like me object<br/>
To share the joys of fellowship with every friendly sect?<br/>
However het'rodox their articles of faith elsewise may be,<br/>
Their doctrine of fried chick'n is a savin' grace to me!<br/>
So on the 21st of June, the weather bein' fine,<br/>
They're goin' to give a picnic, and I'm goin' to jine!<br/></p>
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