POEM OF THE DAY
PRIOR TO MISS BELLE'S APPEARANCE
What makes you come here fer, Mister,
So much to our house?--Say?
Come to see our big sister!--
An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her
An' he ketched you, thuther day!--
Didn' you, Charley?--But we p'omised Belle
And crossed our heart to never to tell--
'Cause she gived us some o' them-er
Chawk'lut-drops 'at you bringed to her!
Charley he's my little b'uther--
An' we has a-mostest fun,
Don't we, Charley?--Our Muther,
Whenever we whips one-anuther,
Tries to whip us--an' we run--
Don't we, Charley?--An' nen, bime-by,
Nen she gives us cake--an' pie--
Don't she, Charley?--when we come in
An' p'omise never to do it agin!
He's named Charley.--I'm Willie--
An' I'm got the purtiest name!
But Uncle Bob he calls me "Billy"--
Don't he, Charley?--'Nour filly
We named "Billy," the same
Ist like me! An' our Ma said
'At "Bob put foolishnuss into our head!"--
Didn' she, Charley?--An' she don't know
Much about boys!--'Cause Bob said so!
Baby's a funniest feller!
Naint no hair on his head--
Is they, Charley? It's meller
Wite up there! An' ef Belle er
Us ask wuz we that way, Ma said,--
"Yes; an' yer Pa's head wuz soft as that,
An' it's that way yet!"--An' Pa grabs his hat
An' says, "Yes, childern, she's right about Pa--
'Cause that's the reason he married yer Ma!"
An' our Ma says 'at "Belle couldn'
Ketch nothin 'at all but ist 'bows!'"
An' Pa says 'at "you're soft as puddun!"--
An Uncle Bob says "you're a good-un--
'Cause he can tell by yer nose!"--
Didn' he, Charley? And when Belle'll play
In the poller on th' pianer, some day,
Bob makes up funny songs about you,
Till she gits mad--like he wants her to!
Our sister Fanny, she's 'leven
Years old. 'At's mucher 'an I--
Ain't it, Charley?... I'm seven!--
But our sister Fanny's in Heaven!
Nere's where you go ef you die!--
Don't you, Charley? Nen you has wings--
Ist like Fanny!--an' purtiest things!--
Don't you, Charley? An' nen you can fly--
Ist fly--an' ever'thing!... Wisht I'd die!
James Whitcomb Riley.
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