DOT SHLY LEEDLE RASKEL.
I kin saw you, you shly leedle raskel,
A-beekin' ad me drough dot shair!
Come here righd away now und kiss me—
You doughd I don't know you vas dere.
You all der dime hide from your fader,
Und subbose he can't see mit his eyes,
You vas goin' to fool me—eh, Fritzey?—
Und gafe me a grade big surprise?
Dot boy vas a rekular monkey—
Dere vas noding so high he don'd glimb;
Und his mudder, she says dot his drousers
Vants new bosoms in dem all der dime.
He vas schmard, dough, dot same leedle feller,
Und he sings all der vile like a lark,
From vonce he gids up in der mornin'
Dill ve drofe him to bed afder dark.
He's der bussiest von in der family,
Und I bed you de louder he sings
He vas raisin' der dickens mit some von—
He vas up to all manner of dings.
He vos beekin' away, dot young raskel,
Drough der shair—Moly Hoses! vot's dot?
Dot "son-of-gun" mit a sceesors
Is cut off der dail of der cat!