I do'no where my things all go, They keep me huntin' high 'n' low. I'm @3sure@1 I threw my sweater @3there@1 An' now it isn' @3anny@1where? Sometimes I yell: -- "Ma!! where's my @3hat@1?" Says she: -- "Right where you @3put@1 it at --" 'N' then I hunt aroun' some more 'N' gene'ly find it . . . On the floor? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL LOVE'S CALENDAR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |