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Hear the green woods cry and call,

Through the Summer to the Fall,

“We are waiting, waiting, waiting, with a welcome for you all!”

Hear the lads take up the cry,

With an echo, shrill and high:

“We are coming, coming, coming, for vacation time is nigh!”

How the skies are blue and fair,

How the clover scents the air

With a witchery of fragrance that is delicate and rare!

How the blossoms bud and blow,

And the great waves flood and flow

In the ocean of boy happiness, like billows, to and fro!

Ah, my heart goes back and sighs

When the piping calls and cries

From the hearts of merry youngsters like a song of triumph rise!

And I would that rune and rhyme

Might be splendid and sublime

In my heart to tell the story of a boy’s vacation time!

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I’D ruther take a w’ippin’ ’an a scoldin’ any day,

’Cuz a w’ippin’ makes you tingle, but you go right out an’ play,

An’ after w’ile you’re over it an’ ’en at dinner, w’y,

Your mother’s awful sorry an’ she brings a piece of pie