It's my sisser tatin' a nap.
"She's only a piece of a day old now,
But she looks like any fing;
Wight out of her great eyes all boo,
An', ganpa, she can sing:
"There, don't you hear her, naughty dirl?
She skuled dat way—because
I feeled her foots, to see if 'em gowed
Like mine or pussy's claws.
"Sissers ain't nice to sing dat way,