What his sho’-’nuff name is now—

An’ don’ matter none nohow!”

Yes, an’ Ponchus he’ps Pa, too,

When our butcherin’s to do,

An’ scalds hogs—an’ says, “Take care

’Bout it, er you’ll set the hair!”

Yes, an’ out in our back-yard

He he’ps ’Lindy rendur lard;

An’, wite in the fire there, he

Roast’ a pigtail wunst fer me.—