An' onct when they was "company," an' ole folks was there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They was two great, big, Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' little orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-00!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin' bugs in dew is all squenched away —
You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear,
An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the po' an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the gobble-uns' ll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
The Enchanted Shirt.
By John Hay.
The king was sick. His cheek was red,
And his eye was clear and bright;
He ate and drank with a kingly zest,
And peacefully snored at night.
But he said he was sick—and a king should know;
And doctors came by the score—
They did not cure him. He cut off their heads
And sent to the schools for more.
