An’ they look so pale an’ sickly
Kind o’ reckon they ain’t well,
’Pears to me!”
“I wonder how they eat ’em?”
Said Symanthy, “How’d I know?
I’ve eat everythin’ that you have
Ever since you’ve been my beau!
But I’ll bet a cent ye dasn’t
Put one in an’ let ’er go!
’Pears to me!”