An’ cut a switch that, honest true, it almost
made me ’fraid.
I didn’t trim it very dus’—by snummy, I felt
wicked,
I left the knobs all stickin’ out—an’ some of ’em
was pick-ed.
I passed ’er in. The teacher she ker-wished it
through the air,
An’ Hi he shivered; ’twas enough to fairly
curl his hair.