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2268
LISPING IN NUMBERS
We' got a' Uncle writes poetry-rhymes
Fer me an' Eddie to speak, sometimes,—
'Cause he's a poet—an' he gits paid
Fer poetry-writin',—'cause that's his trade.
An' Eddie says he's goin' to try
To be a poet, too, by an' by
When he's a man!—an' I 'spect he is,
'Cause on his slate wunst he print' this
An' call it
Fer me an' Eddie to speak, sometimes,—
'Cause he's a poet—an' he gits paid
Fer poetry-writin',—'cause that's his trade.
An' Eddie says he's goin' to try
To be a poet, too, by an' by
When he's a man!—an' I 'spect he is,
'Cause on his slate wunst he print' this
An' call it
“The Squirl and the Funy Litel Girl”
“A litel girl
Whose name wuz Perl
Went to the woods to play.
The day wuz brite,
An' her hart wuz lite
As she galy skiped a way.
Whose name wuz Perl
Went to the woods to play.
The day wuz brite,
An' her hart wuz lite
As she galy skiped a way.
“A queer litel chatter,
A soft litel patter,
She herd in the top of a tree:
The surprizd litel Perl
Saw a qute litel squirl,
As cuning as cuning cud be.
A soft litel patter,
She herd in the top of a tree:
The surprizd litel Perl
Saw a qute litel squirl,
As cuning as cuning cud be.
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“She twisted her curl,
As she looked at the squirl,
An' playfully told it ‘good day!’
She calld it ‘Bunny’—
Wuzent that funy?
An' it noded an' bounded a way.”
As she looked at the squirl,
An' playfully told it ‘good day!’
She calld it ‘Bunny’—
Wuzent that funy?
An' it noded an' bounded a way.”
Ma read it, an' says “she's awful proud,”—
An' Pa says “Splen'id!” an' laugh' out loud;
But Uncle says, “You can talk as you please,
It's a purty good little poetry-piece!”
An' Pa says “Splen'id!” an' laugh' out loud;
But Uncle says, “You can talk as you please,
It's a purty good little poetry-piece!”
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