Sometimes I think ‘at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as _us_–
Wite ‘fore our vurry eyes, at that!
Fer one time Pa he scold’ my Ma
‘Cause he can’t find his hat;
An’ she ist _cried_, she did! An’ I
Says, “Ef you scold my Ma
Ever again an’ make her cry,
Wy, you sha’n’t _be_ my Pa!”
An’ nen he laugh’ an’ find his hat
Ist wite where Ma she said it’s at!
by James Whitcomb Riley
No comments:
Post a Comment