And gwanma holds her snug;
I wouldn't cuy if her holded me,
All up in dat pwetty rug.
"Oh, yes, me knows, she's a sisser, she is,
An' I'm jess a boy, dat's all;
Sissers ain't dood for much, I fink,
Why, her couldn't hold my ball.
"Dess if I was made a piece of a day,
I would know some more dan dat;
No, ganpa, sissers ain't dood for much,