“Get Off the Earth”
“Get off the earth,” says I,
“With your muddy boots and your dirty face;
Such a bother I never see,
You’re the biggest torment in the place;
Forever worryin’ an’ pesterin’ me.
“Get off the earth,” says I.
I didn’t mean that, but I was so vexed
At the boy’s disturbin’ way;
I never knew what he would do next
In his noisy, mischief-makin’ play.
“Get off the earth,” says I.
And that very night the fever came;
And now I’m cryin’ to heaven in vain
For just one more touch of them same
Lost little grimy hands again.