Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his pray'rs — An' when he went to bed 'at night, away up stairs, His mammy heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubbyhole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess, But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout! An' the gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she know'd what she's about! An' the gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE. LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away, You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, |