WUNST we went a-fishin' -- Me An' my Pa an' Ma, all three, When they wuz a picnic, 'way Out to Hanch's Woods, one day. An' they wuz a crick out there, Where the fishes is, an' where Little boys 'taint big an' strong Better have their folks along! My Pa he ist fished an' fished! An' my Ma she said she wished Me an' her was home; an' Pa Said he wished so worse'n Ma. Pa said ef you talk, er say Anything, er sneeze, er play, Hain't no fish, alive er dead, Ever go' to bite! he said. Purt' nigh dark in town when we Got back home; an' Ma, says she, @3Now@1 she'll have a fish fer shore! An' she buyed one at the store. Nen at supper, Pa he won't @3Eat@1 no fish, an' says he don't Like 'em. -- An' he pounded me When I choked! . . . Ma, didn't he? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |