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James Whitcomb Riley - Little Orphant Annie
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.   Little Orphant Annie`s come to our house to stay, 
     An` wash the cups an` saucers up, an` brush the crumbs away, 
     An` shoo the chickens off the porch, an` dust the hearth, an` sweep, 
     An` make the fire, an` bake the bread, an` earn her board-an`-keep; 
     An` all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, 
     We set around the kitchen fire an` has the mostest fun 
     A-list`nin` to the witch-tales `at Annie tells about, 
     An` the Gobble-uns `at gits you 
       Ef you 
        Don`t 
          Watch 
            Out! 
    Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn`t say his prayers, — 
    An` when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, 
    His Mammy heerd him holler, an` his Daddy heerd him bawl, 
    An` when they turn`t the kivvers down, he wuzn`t there at all! 
    An` they seeked him in the rafter-room, an` cubby-hole, an` press, 
    An` seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an` ever`-wheres, I guess; 
    But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an` roundabout: — 
    An` the Gobble-uns `ll git you 
      Ef you 
        Don`t 
          Watch 
            Out! 
    An` one time a little girl `ud allus laugh an` grin, 
    An` make fun of ever` one, an` all her blood-an`-kin; 
    An` wunst, when they was "company," an` ole folks wuz 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 wuz 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-oo! 
    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 parunts, an` yer teachurs fond an` dear, 
    An` churish them `at loves you, an` dry the orphant`s tear, 
    An` he`p the pore an` needy ones `at clusters all about, 
    Er the Gobble-uns `ll git you 
      Ef you 
        Don`t 
          Watch 
            Out!
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