Just Folks. Edgar A. Guest

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Just Folks

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      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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      In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,

       On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;

       The things that I thought she would really enjoy

       Don't seem to be quite in her line.

       There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to see

       And really expensively dressed,

       Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though it be,

       She likes her rag dolly the best.

       Oh, the money we spent and the plans that we laid

       And the wonderful things that we bought!

       There are toys that are cunningly, skillfully made,

       But she seems not to give them a thought.

       She was pleased when she woke and discovered them there,

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