Just Folks
We’re queer folks here.
We’ll talk about the weather,
The good times we have had together,
The good times near,
The roses buddin’, an’ the bees
Once more upon their nectar sprees;
The scarlet fever scare, an’ who
Came mighty near not pullin’ through,
An’ who had light attacks, an’ all
The things that int’rest, big or small;
But here you’ll never hear of sinnin’
Or any scandal that’s beginnin’.
We’ve got too many other labors
To scatter tales that harm our neighbors.
We’re strange folks here.
We’re tryin’ to be cheerful,
An’ keep this home from gettin’ tearful.
We hold it dear
Too dear for pettiness an’ meanness,
An’ nasty tales of men’s uncleanness.
Here you shall come to joyous smilin’,
Secure from hate an’ harsh revilin’;
Here, where the wood fire brightly blazes,
You’ll hear from us our neighbor’s praises.
Here, that they’ll never grow to doubt us,
We keep our friends always about us;
An’ here, though storms outside may pelter
Is refuge for our friends, an’ shelter.
We’ve one rule here,
An’ that is to be pleasant.
The folks we know are always present,
Or very near.
An’ though they dwell in many places,
We think we’re talkin’ to their faces;
An’ that keeps us from only seein’
The faults in any human bein’,
An’ checks our tongues when they’d go trailin’
Into the mire of mortal failin’.
Flaws aren’t so big when folks are near you;
You don’t talk mean when they can hear you.
An’ so no scandal here is started,
Because from friends we’re never parted.
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