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THE DOODLE-BUGS'S CHARM
When Uncle Sidney he comes here—
An' Fred an' me an' Min,—
My Ma she says she bet you yet
The roof'll tumble in!
Fer Uncle he ist romps with us:
An' wunst, out in our shed,
He telled us 'bout the Doodle-Bugs,
An' what they'll do, he said,
Ef you'll ist holler “Doodle-Bugs!”—
Out by our garden-bed—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
An' Fred an' me an' Min,—
My Ma she says she bet you yet
The roof'll tumble in!
Fer Uncle he ist romps with us:
An' wunst, out in our shed,
He telled us 'bout the Doodle-Bugs,
An' what they'll do, he said,
Ef you'll ist holler “Doodle-Bugs!”—
Out by our garden-bed—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
Ain't Uncle Sidney funny man?—
“He's childish 'most as me”—
My Ma sometimes she tells him that—
“He ac's so foolishly!”
W'y, wunst, out in our garden-path,
Wite by the pie-plant bed,
He all sprawled out there in the dirt
An' ist scrooched down his head,
An' “Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs!”
My Uncle Sidney said,—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
“He's childish 'most as me”—
My Ma sometimes she tells him that—
“He ac's so foolishly!”
W'y, wunst, out in our garden-path,
Wite by the pie-plant bed,
He all sprawled out there in the dirt
An' ist scrooched down his head,
An' “Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs!”
My Uncle Sidney said,—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
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An' nen he showed us little holes
All bored there in the ground,
An' little weenty heaps o' dust
'At's piled there all around:
An' Uncle said, when he's like us,
Er purt' nigh big as Fred,
That wuz the Doodle-Bugs's Charm—
To call 'em up, he said:—
“Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs!”
An' they'd poke out their head—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
All bored there in the ground,
An' little weenty heaps o' dust
'At's piled there all around:
An' Uncle said, when he's like us,
Er purt' nigh big as Fred,
That wuz the Doodle-Bugs's Charm—
To call 'em up, he said:—
“Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs!”
An' they'd poke out their head—
“Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread!”
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