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535
AN IDIOT
I'm on'y thist a' idiot—
That's what folks calls a feller what
Ain't got no mind
Of any kind,
Ner don't know nothin' he's forgot.—
I'm one o' them—But I know why
The bees buzz this way when they fly,—
'Cause honey it gits on their wings.
Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things?
That's what folks calls a feller what
Ain't got no mind
Of any kind,
Ner don't know nothin' he's forgot.—
I'm one o' them—But I know why
The bees buzz this way when they fly,—
'Cause honey it gits on their wings.
Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things?
What's money? Hooh! it's thist a hole
Punched in a round thing 'at won't roll
'Cause they's a string
Poked through the thing
And fastened round your neck—that's all!
Ef I could git my money off,
I'd buy whole lots o' whoopin'-cough
And give it to the boy next door
Who died 'cause he ain't got no more.
Punched in a round thing 'at won't roll
'Cause they's a string
Poked through the thing
And fastened round your neck—that's all!
Ef I could git my money off,
I'd buy whole lots o' whoopin'-cough
And give it to the boy next door
Who died 'cause he ain't got no more.
What is it when you die? I know,—
You can't wake up ag'in, ner go
To sleep no more—
Ner kick, ner snore.
Ner lay and look and watch it snow;
And when folks slaps and pinches you—
You don't keer nothin' what they do.
No honey on the angels' wings!
Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things?
You can't wake up ag'in, ner go
To sleep no more—
Ner kick, ner snore.
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And when folks slaps and pinches you—
You don't keer nothin' what they do.
No honey on the angels' wings!
Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things?
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