DAYS git wa'm and wa'mah, br School gits mighty dull, br Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs br Mus' feel mussiful. br Hookey's wrong, I know it br Ain't no gent'man's trick; br But de aih's a-callin', br 'Come on to de crick.' br Dah de watah's gu'glin' br Ovah shiny stones, br Des hit's ve'y singin' br Seems to soothe yo' bones. br W'at's de use o' waitin', br Go on good an' quick: br Dain't no fun lak dis hyeah br Wadin' in de crick. br W'at dat jay-b'ud sayin'? br Bettah shet yo' haid, br Fus' t'ing dat you fin' out, br You'll be layin' daid. br Jay-bu'ds sich a tattlah, br Des seem lak his trick br Fu' to tell on folkses br Wadin' in de crick. br Willer boughs a-bendin', br Hidin' of de sky, br Wavin' kin' o' frien'ly br Ez de win' go by, br Elum trees a-shinin', br Dahk an' green an' thick, br Seem to say, 'I see yo' br Wadin' in de crick.' br But de trees don' chattah, br Dey des look an' sigh br Lak hit's kin' o' peaceful br Des a-bein' nigh, br An' yo' t'ank yo' Mastah br Dat dey trunks is thick br W'en yo' mammy fin's you br Wadin' in de crick. br Den yo' run behin' dem br Lak yo' scaihed to def, br Mammy come a-flyin', br Mos' nigh out o' bref; br But she set down gentle br An' she drap huh stick, — br An, fus' t'ing, dey's mammy br Wadin' in de crick.