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James Whitcomb Riley - An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
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_When I wuz ist a little bit_
      _o` weenty-teenty kid_
  _I maked up a Fairy-tale,_
      _all by myse`f, I did:--_


  I

  Wunst upon a time wunst
    They wuz a Fairy King,
  An` ever`thing he have wuz _gold--_,
    His clo`es, an` _ever_`thing!
  An` all the other Fairies
    In his goldun Palace-hall
  Had to hump an` hustle--
    `Cause he wuz bosst of all!


  II

  He have a goldun trumput,
    An` when he blow` on that,
  It`s a sign he want` his boots,
    Er his coat er hat:
  They`s a sign fer ever`thing,--
    An` all the Fairies knowed
  Ever` sign, an` come a-hoppin`
    When the King blowed!


  III

  Wunst he blowed an` telled `em all:
    "Saddle up yer bees--
  Fireflies is gittin` fat
    An` sassy as you please!--
  Guess we`ll go a-huntin`!"
    So they hunt` a little bit,
  Till the King blowed "Supper-time,"
    Nen they all quit.


  IV

  Nen they have a Banqut
    In the Palace-hall,
  An` ist et! an` et! an` et!
    Nen they have a _Ball_;
  An` when the _Queen_ o` Fairyland
    Come p`omenadin` through,
  The King says an` halts her,--
    "Guess I`ll marry you!"
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