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Old Granny Dusk, when the sun goes down, Here she comes into Out o' the wet black woods an' swamps In she traipses an' trails an' With her old sunbonnet all floppy an' brown, An' her cluckety shoes, an' her old black gown, Here she comes into Old Granny Dusk, when the bats begin To flap around, comes An' the katydids they rasp and whir. An' the lightnin'-bugs all blink at her; An' the old Hop-toad turns in his thumbs, An' the bunglin' June-bug booms an' bums, An' the Bullfrog croaks, "O here she comes!" Old Granny Dusk, though I 'm 'feard o' you, Shore-fer-certain I 'm sorry, too: 'Cause you look as lonesome an' starved an' sad As a mother 'at 's lost ever' child she Yet never a child in Clings at yer hand er yer old black gown, Er kisses the face you 're |