JOHNNIE'S TROUBLES.
My mamma's sorry, now, she is;
I don' know what I'se done;
S'pec' she feels sorry jess bekause
I slapped old nurse like fun.
Old nurse she digs and shates me too;
I wish I went to stool;
Teacher won't set me down so hard,
An' call me "little fool."
She pinches awful! dess I know,
My arms is black an' blue;
She says she "hopes to do to Heaven
I hope I shan't do too.
I don't like nurses—do you now?
Dey is dest as mean as dirls;
When I dits big I'll let'em know
Dey musn't pull my turls.
My mamma she's real dood, she is;
On most the days I play
With her jess like she was a boy,
She hugs me every day.
My mamma she don't stold me none,
I dess she don't know how;
But nurse, oh, my! she spoke so loud;
Hush, she is toming now!
No, dat ain't nurse, an' ain't I glad?
I jess know what I'll do,
I'll do tell mamma I was bad,
An' I feel sorry too.
I dess Dod made my mamma sure,
She is so sweet and nice;
But who made nurse, s'pose you know?
I'll ask my Drandma Rice.
