Was she glad to see me? Pshaw!
“S-h-h-h!”—’at’s what she said.
’Nen It blinked and tried to see—
’Nen I runned away
Out to my old apple tree,
Where no one could say
“S-h-h-h!”
’Nen I layed down on the ground
An’ say ’at I just wish
I wuz big. An’ there’s a sound—