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James Whitcomb Riley - Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze
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Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze
  Lives `way up in the leaves o` trees.
  An` wunst I slipped up-stairs to play
  In Aunty`s room, while she `uz away;
  An` I clumbed up in her cushion-chair
  An` ist peeked out o` the winder there;
  An` there I saw--wite out in the trees--
  Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!

  An` Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze
  Would bow an` bow, with the leaves in the breeze,
  An` waggle his whiskers an` raggledy hair,
  An` bow to me in the winder there!
  An` I `d peek out, an` he`d peek in
  An` waggle his whiskers an` bow ag`in,
  Ist like the leaves`u`d wave in the breeze--
  Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!

  An` Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze,
  Seem-like, says to me: "See my bees
  A-bringin` my dinner? An` see my cup
  O` locus`-blossoms they`ve plum` filled up?"
  An` "_Um-yum, honey!_" wuz last he said,
  An` waggled his whiskers an` bowed his head;
  An` I yells, "Gimme some, won`t you, please,
  Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze?"
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