And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan, Whing! What a marvelous man! What a very remarkably marvelous man! And The Man in the Moon, sighed The Raggedy Man, Sullonesome, you know, Up there by hisse'f sence creation began!— Dadd! Limb! I'd go pardners with him Jes' jump my job here and be pardners with him! James Whitcomb Riley OUR HIRED GIRL Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our pie-pan, An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet; With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop "Clear out o' my way! They's time fer work, an' time fer play! When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad,' His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes, "Clear out o' my way! They's time fer work, an' time fer play! Wunst our hired girl, when she Got the supper, an' we all et, An' it wuz night, an' Ma an' me An' Pa went wher' the "Social" met,- Heerd a maccordeun, Pa says, "Lan'- "Clear out o' the way! They's time fer work, an' time fer play! James Whitcomb Riley LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board an'-keep; An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, Ef you Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,- An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout: An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Out! An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, An' wunst, when they wuz "company," an' ole folks wuz there, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, Ef you Watch Out! James Whitcomb Riley EXTREMES A little boy once played so loud That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud, And a little girl once kept so still "She's the stilliest child I ever heard!" James Whitcomb Riley A BOY'S MOTHER My mother she's so good to me, She loves me when I'm glad er sad; I don't like her to punish me,- She loves me when she cuts an' sews She laughs an' tells him all I said, An' love him purt' nigh as much as Ma. James Whitcomb Riley |