Jigging in the Garden

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© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

Gotta git dat ole tiller out;

Dis soil needs lime and peat.

Gotta plant dem peas ‘n beans

…da broccoli ‘n dem beets.

Gotta set up a little fence

Ta keep dem wrabbits out.

Deys all jes’ one big nu’sance

Eatin’ up all my sprouts.

Gotta watch fer all dem bugs

Dey’s  eatin’ dem tender leaves

Made a spray of potent drugs

Dat stopped ‘em, if you pwease.

Gotta hoe up all dem weeds

‘N tie up all dose vines

Dats what cukes and squash needs

Ta grow in nice ‘twaight lines.

Gotta wet down my ‘maters

So’s dey grow big ‘n round.

Dere’s a good bunch of taters

Way down deep in da ground.

Gotta t’ank da swee’ Lawd

Fer all His prov’dence

His love on me He pour’d

Tho’ I ain’t got no sense.

Gotta git da basket out

Fer all da surplus stuff

Lots ta gib away, no doubt

Dere’s always plenty ’nuff.

Gotta dig up all dem plants

‘N turn under all da soil

Jig my yearly garden dance…

‘N end dis sweat ‘n toil!