A Full Harvest

Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-day
  Git down and roll and waller, don't you know,
  In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow,
  Seein' sich craps!  I'll undertake to say
  There're no wheat's ever turned out thataway
  Afore this season!--Folks is keerless tho',
  And too fergitful--'caze we'd ort 'o show
  More thankfulness!--Jes' looky hyonder, hey?--
  And watch that little reaper wadin' thue
  That last old yaller hunk o' harvest-ground--
  Jes' natchur'ly a-slicin' it in-two
  Like honey-comb, and gaumin' it around
  The field--like it had nothin' else to do
  On'y jes' waste it all on me and you!