four o'clock
A farmer is continted with his ten-acre lot . There 's nawthin ' to take his mind off his wurruk . He sleeps at night with his nose against th ' shingled roof iv his little frame home an ' dhreams iv cinch bugs . While th ' stars are still alight he walks in his sleep to wake th ' cow that left th ' call f ' r four o'clock . Thin it 's ho ! f ' r feedin ' th ' pigs an ' mendin ' th ' reaper . Th ' sun arises as usual in th ' east an ' bein ' a keen student iv nature , he picks a cabbage leaf to put in his hat .