Oo! I'm so wickud!—An' my breath's so hot—
Ist like I run an' don't rest none
But ist run on when I ought to not;
Yes, an' my chin
An' lip's all warpy, an' my teeth's so fast,
An' 's a place in my throat I can't swaller past—
An' they all hurt so!—
An' oh, my—oh!
I'm a-startin' a'gin—
I'm a-startin ag'in, but I won't, fer shore!—