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Were she’s sittin’ in her chair,

’At I’m awful much ’iscouraged

An’ my Mamma she would fret

’Tuz I’ve been to school all mornin’

An’ I tant read yet.

An’ ’en she started laughin’,

It’s as true as I’m alive,

An’ ast how old I am, an’ ’en

I told her half past five,

An’ ’en she tame an’ tissed me,

’Tuz my eyes are dettin’ wet,

An’ told me not to worry

’Tuz I tant read yet.

I dess if she had Mother Goose

She’d be ’isturbed herself,

If she ’ud go an’ det it

Down f’m off th’ lib’ry shelf,

An’ ’en w’en it is open,

I dess she’s apt to fret

If she’s been to school all mornin’

An’ she tant read yet!

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SOMETIMES when I got to do errands at night

An’ th’ moon is all dark an’ th’ ain’t any light,

An’ th’ wind, when it blows, makes a shivery sound,

An’ everything seems awful still all around;

Sometimes when a hoot-owl goes “Woo-oo-oo-oo!”

My legs feel so funny; I’m all goose-flesh, too.

An’ maybe I’m startled when I hear it call,

But I ain’t a bit scairt; I’m thes’ nervous, that’s all.