That he said was somewhar thar.
We found it at last, and a little shed
Where they shut up the lambs at night.
We looked in and seen them huddled thar,
So warm and sleepy and white;
And THAR sot Little Breeches, and chirped,
As peart as ever you see:
“I want a chaw of terbacker,
And that’s what’s the matter of me.”
How did he git thar? Angels.