Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
The Raggedy Man—one time, when he
Wuz makin’ a little bow’-n’-orry fer me,
Says, “When you’re big like your Pa is,
Air you go’ to keep a fine store like his—
An’ be a rich merchunt—an’ wear fine clothes?—
Er what air you go’ to be, goodness knows?”
An’ nen he laughed at ’Lizabuth Ann,
An’ I says, “’M go’ to be a Raggedy Man!—
I’m ist go’ to be a nice Raggedy Man!”