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An’ biumby you feel so bad ’at you ’ist start to cry.

So w’en she looks at you so hurt an’ talks to you ’at way—

I’d ruther take a w’ippin’ ’an a scoldin’ any day!

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’IS mornin’ mamma told me

’At I mus’ be awful dood,

’Tuz I’m startin’ on my schooldays

An’ I promised her I would.

But I’m awful much ’iscouraged

’Tuz I tried so hard to det

All the lessons teacher gave me,

But I tant read yet!

My! it’s awful long till dinner,

An’ I couldn’t hardly wait

Wen I dot done wif my letters

An’ I wrote ’em on my slate,

An’ I’m ’shamed to tell my mamma

’At I dess she’ll have to let

Me go back again tomorrow,

’Tuz I tant read yet.

She’ll be awful disappointed,

’Tuz I’ve been there half a day,

An’ she’ll think I didn’t study

Or it wouldn’t be that way.

But I don’t s’pose I tan help it,

An’ it does no dood to fret,

’Tuz I’ve been to school all mornin’

An’ I tant read yet.

I dess our teacher’s stupid,

’Tuz she didn’t seem to care

W’en I went right up an’ told her