An’ churries in ’em! Yes, an’ these
Here red-head birds steal all they please
An’ tech ’em if you dare!
W’y wunst, one time when we wuz there,
We et out on the porch!
Wite where the cellar door wuz shut
The table wuz; an’ I
Let aunty set by me an’ cut
My wittles up—an’ pie.
Tuz awful funny! I could see