WUNST I tooked our pepper-box lid An' cut little pie-dough biscuits, I did, An' cooked 'em on our stove one day When our hired girl she said I may. @3Honey's@1 the @3goodest@1 thing -- Oo-@3ooh!@1 An' blackburry-pies is goodest, too! But wite hot biscuits, ist soakin' wet Wiv tree-mullasus, is goodest yet! Miss Maimie she's my Ma's friend, -- an' She's purtiest girl in all the lan'! -- An' sweetest smile an' voice an' face -- An' eyes ist looks like p'serves tas'e'! I @3ruther@1 go to the Circus-show; But, 'cause my @3parunts@1 told me so, I ruther go to the Sund'y-school, 'Cause there I learn the goldun rule. Say, Pa, -- what @3is@1 the goldun rule 'At's allus at the Sund'y-school? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 34 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT |