An' puncture it; an' Sis she take
An' poke my knife down through the stable-floor
An' loozed it—blame it all!
But I ain't goin' to cry no more, no more!
An' Aunt Mame wrote she's a-comin', an' she can't—
Folks is come there!—An' I don't care,
She is my Aunt!
An' my eyes stings; an' I'm
Ist coughin' all the time,
An' hurts me so, an' where my side's so sore