I WANTS to mend my wagon, And has to have some nails; Just two, free will be plenty; We're goin' to haul our rails. The splendidest cob fences We're makin' ever was! I wis' you'd help us find 'em -- Gran'ma al'us does. My horse's name is "Betsey;" She jumped and broke her head, I put her in the stable And fed her milk and bread; The stable 's in the parlor, -- We didn't make no muss; I wis' you'd let it stay there -- Gran'ma al'us does. I's goin' to the cornfield To ride on Charlie's plough, I spect he'd like to have me -- I wants to go right now. Oh, won't I "gee-up" awful, And "whoa" like Charlie whoas! I wis' you wouldn't bozzer -- Gran'ma never does. I wants some bread and butter, I's hungry worstest kind; But Freddy mustn't have none -- 'Cause he wouldn't mind. Put plenty of sugar on it; I'll tell you what I knows: It's right to put on sugar -- Gran'ma al'us does. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |