’Ey’re movin’ furniture an’ beds
Up ’ere, an’ cleanin’ house, an’ shakes
’Eir moth-balls out an’ ’at’s w’at makes
It hail. An’ weather, she ’ist ’clares
Is ’ist w’at angels does upstairs.
DOT LONG HANDLED DIPPER
By C. F. Adams
Der poet may sing of “Der Oldt Oaken Pooket,”
Und in schweetest langvich its virtues may tell,
Und how, ven a poy, he mit eggsdasy dook it,