Sometimes I get to wishin’ I might be A little lamb like Mary’s, fond and true, With Susan Sanderson as Mary, see? We’d play amidst the clover sweet with dew, And everywhere that she wast there’d be me, And if she wasn’t, I’dst be elsewhere, too
Lines Wrote in School Whilst I Shouldst Have Been Studyin’ My Lesson
I’ve just about madest up my mind to be A poet such as Shakespeare and the rest Of them big literary gents, and dressed In velvet clothes, write up the things I see In some grand style to show that Browning he
Hast been done up! And when plain folks request My autograph, then, throwin’ out my chest, I’llst make them wish that they wast great like me!
I’m tired dwellin’ midst surroundin’s where Cheap things art always waitin’ to be done: I’dst rather loaf and dream and have long hair Like all great poets dost: and, oh! what fun, To dash off lays and sell them, then and there, Whenever I’llst be needin’ any “mon.”
Thoughts Thought Whilst Thinkin’ about Mary and Her Pet Lamb
Full oft I’ve read how Mary’s lamb didst go Where’er his kind and lovin’ mistress went, As if the little creature wast content If it couldst only be where she wast. Oh, I realize what madest it hanker so To be in school that day: it surely meant It loved her! Yet, that mean old teacher bent On bossin’ things – he didst not seem to know.
Sometimes I get to wishin’ I might be A little lamb like Mary’s, fond and true, With Susan Sanderson as Mary, see? We’d play amidst the clover sweet with dew, And everywhere that she wast there’d be me, And if she wasn’t, I’dst be elsewhere, too.
Lines Wrote Whilst Thinkin’ about How Pa Acts When Dressin’ Up
Whilst pa and ma art dressin’ up to go To church or somewhere, so I’ve heard ma tell The neighbor women, pa tears ’round pell-mell And turns things upside down, and wants to know Who hid his clothes! and makes ma stop and show Him where to find them. Ma she know’st full well They’re where he’s kept them since he earnest to dwell In our house: that’s been twenty years or so.
And when ma’s donest her level best to try To help pa so he wilt not fuss and fret, And found his clothes, shoes, collar, cuffs and tie, And there ain’t nothin’ more for her to get, Pa looks at her and with an awful sigh Says: “Thunderation! Ain’t you ready yet?”