I’ve looked at thet thar chap, an’ almos’ tho’t
I knowed what he was sensin’, ’cos I seen
T’ ’e hed a far-off look, an’ sort o’ scrunched
’Is shoulders ’zif ’e’d clean fergot hisself.
One night in early Joon Bill come t’ my room
Ez I was goin’ ter bed, ’n’ I ast ’im, “Bill,”
I sez, “thet feller up thar gits me goin’;
Yew got a idee what ’e’s thinkin’? ’Pears
Ter me he’s fig’rin’ what it’s all about,
Same’s me an’ yew does sometimes when we’re ’lone.”