WHEN little 'Pollus Morton he's A-go' to speak a piece, w'y, nen The Teacher smiles an' says 'at she's Most proud, of all her little men An' women in her school -- 'cause 'Poll He allus speaks the best of all. An' nen she'll pat him on the cheek, An' hold her finger up at you @3Before@1 he speak'; an' @3when@1 he speak' It's ist some piece @3she@1 learn' him to! 'Cause he's her favor-ite. . . . An' she Ain't pop'lar as she @3ust@1 to be. When 'Pollus Morton speaks, w'y, nen Ist all the other childern knows They're smart as him an' smart-again! -- Ef they @3can't@1 speak an' got fine clo'es, Their Parunts loves 'em more'n 'Poll- Us Morton, Teacher, speech, an' all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER THE NIGHT SONG by MARY DELL ALLEN |