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And after while I’m all trimmed off, and then my Pa, he said,

I’m not a baby any more, but I’m a boy instead,

And he is awful proud of me, and then my Ma, she smiled

And said we found a boy that day and lost a little child;

So I said I would hunt for him and bring him back but then

She said she was afraid that he would not come back again;

And picked the curls I had all up from off the floor and hid

Them in her bureau drawer and cried. I wonder why she did.

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WUNST w’en our girl wuz makin’ pies an’ doughnuts—’ist a lot—

We stood around with great, big eyes, ’cuz we boys like ’em hot;

An’ w’en she dropped ’em in the lard they sizzled ’ist like fun.

An’ w’en she takes ’em out it’s hard to keep from takin’ one.

An’ ’en she says: “You boys’ll get all spattered up with grease,

An’ biumby she says she’ll let us have ’ist one apiece;

So I took one for me an’ one for little James McBride,

The widow’s only orfunt son ’at’s waitin’ there outside.

An’ Henry, he took one ’ist for himself an’ Nellie Flynn,