I don't like her to punish me;
That don't hurt, but it hurts to see
Her cryin'--nen I cry; an' nen
We both cry--an' be good again.
She loves me when she cuts and sews
My little cloak and Sunday clothes;
An' when my pa comes home to tea,
She loves him most as much as me.
She laughs an' tells him all I said.
An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
An' I hug her, an' I hug my pa,
An' love him purt' nigh much es ma.
FOOTNOTE:
[62] Used by special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill
Company. From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright, 1900.
ALMOST BEYOND ENDURANCE[63]
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
I ain't a-goin' to cry no more, no more!
I'm got ear-ache, an' ma can't make
It quit a-tall;
An' Carlo bite my rubber-ball
An' puncture it; an' Sis she take
An' poke my knife down through the stable-floor
An' loozed it--blame it all!
But I ain't goin' to cry no more, no more!
An' Aunt Mame wrote she's a-comin', an' she can't--
Folks is come there!--An' I don't care,
She is my Aunt!
An' my eyes stings; an' I'm
Ist coughin' all the time,
An' hurts me so, an' where my side's so sore
Granpa felt where, an' he
Says "maybe it's pleurasy!"
But I ain't goin' to cry no more, no more!
An' I climbed up an' nen falled off the fence,
An' Herbert he ist laugh at me!
An' my fi'-cents
It sticked in my tin bank, an' I ist tore
Purt' nigh my thumbnail off, a-tryin' to git
It out--nen smash it!--An it's in there yit!
But I ain't goin' to cry no more, no more!
Oo! I'm so wickud!--An' my breath's so hot--
Ist like I run an' don't rest none
But ist run on when I ought to not;
Yes, an' my chin
An' lip's all warpy, an' my teeth's so fast,
An' 's a place in my throat I can't swaller past--
An' they all hurt so!--
An' oh, my--oh!
I'm a-startin' a'gin--
I'm a-startin ag'in, but I won't, fer shore!--
I ist ain't goin' to cry no more, no more!
FOOTNOTE:
[63] Used by special permission of the publishers, the Bobbs-Merrill
Company.
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