James Whitcomb Riley
My mother she's so good to me
Ef I was good as I could be,
I couldn't be as good—no, sir!
Can't any boy be good as her!
She loves me when I'm glad er mad;
She loves me when I'm good er bad;
An' what's a funniest thing, she says
She loves me when she punishes.
I don't like her to punish me;