I don't see why; since Papa's in that still place on the hill
She never gets no p'itty clo'es, nor me nice toys for play.
"She told me, though, 'at Santa Claus was here in town to-night
An' so I fought I'd dess slip out an' find him if I could
An' see if he's dot sump'n left—I fought, perhaps, he might—
An', mister, if you's Santy, tan we have it, if we's good?"
I've seen "Doc" get ditched an' wrecked with forty cars o' steers
An' take it like a mallard duck, paradin' in the rain;
Never thought he'd learned to know there was such things as tears,
Which shows it's hard to figger how a feller works his brain.