brung them ticks?”
We couldn’t help it—swow to man!—We
looked at Hiram Brown
An’ Hi he set there redd’nin’ up and sort o’
lookin’ down.
An’ teacher sniffed an’ then she scowled an’
giv’ her sleeves a twitch,
An’ turned to me an’ then says she, “Ike, go
an’ cut a switch.”
’Twas dretful nice outdoors that day—it set a