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James Whitcomb Riley - At Aunty`s House
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One time, when we`z at Aunty`s house--
  `Way in the country!--where
They`s ist but woods--an` pigs, an` cows--
  An` all`s out-doors an` air!--
An` orchurd-swing; an` churry-trees--
An` _churries_ in `em!--Yes, an` these--
Here red-head birds steals all they please,
  An` tetch `em ef you dare!--
W`y, wunst, one time, when we wuz there,
  _We et out on the porch!_

Wite where the cellar-door wuz shut
  The table wuz; an` I
Let Aunty set by me an` cut
  My vittuls up--an` pie.
`Tuz awful funny!--I could see
The red-heads in the churry-tree;
An` bee-hives, where you got to be
  So keerful, goin` by;--
An` "Comp`ny" there an` all!--an` we--
  _We et out on the porch!_

An` I ist et _p`surves_ an` things
  `At Ma don`t `low me to--
An` _chickun-gizzurds_--(don`t like _wings_
  Like _Parunts_ does! do _you?_)
An` all the time, the wind blowed there,
An` I could feel it in my hair,
An` ist smell clover _ever`_where!--
  An` a` old red-head flew
Purt` nigh wite over my high-chair,
  _When we et on the porch!_
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