Ben King's Verse/The Yaller Jackets' Nest

If I could only wander back To boyhood jest one day, So'st' I could have my chice agin Of games we used to play, I'd let the kites an' marbles go, An' say, "Come on, boys! let's All go out a-huntin' fer  The yaller jackets' nest."

Jest to lay up in the shadder Of the fence once agin Of the old vacant lot 'At the cows pastured in, Where the dandelions were bloomin', 'N there take a rest, While you listen to the music 'Round the yaller jackets' nest.

There was one 'at allers went along An' romped with us 'n raced, With her sun-bonnet a-hangin' back 'N curls down to 'er waist, In the checkered little frock she wore Of gingham,--what a pest She was to us when huntin' fer The yaller jackets' nest.

It's the prime of the blossms 'At's a-hangin' from the trees An' the music of the buzzin' 'At brings lonesome memories, Fer it seems as if I heerd her say "You better look out, lest They all swarm out and sting yeh  From the yaller jackets' nest."

Sometimes I think I hear 'er voice An' see 'er eyes of blue, That borried all their color from The sky 'at peeks at you Between the clouds in summer After rain has fell an' blessed The flowers an' openin' blossoms 'Round the yaller jackets' nest.