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James Whitcomb Riley - The Pet Coon
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Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
  When he`s ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
`Bout as big as little pups, an` tied him to a tree;
  An` Pa gived Noey fifty cents, when he come home at noon.
Nen he buyed a chain fer him, an` little collar, too,
  An` sawed a hole in a` old tub an` turnt it upside-down;
An` little feller`d stay in there and won`t come out fer you--
  `Tendin` like he`s kindo` skeered o` boys `at lives in town.

_Now_ he aint afeard a bit! he`s ist so fat an` tame,
  We on`y chain him up at night, to save the little chicks.
Holler "Greedy! Greedy!" to him, an` he knows his name,
  An` here he`ll come a-waddle-un, up fer any tricks!
He`ll climb up my leg, he will, an` waller in my lap,
  An` poke his little black paws `way in my pockets where
They`s beechnuts, er chinkypins, er any little scrap
  Of anything, `at`s good to eat--an` _he_ don`t care!

An` he`s as spunky as you please, an` don`t like dogs at all.--
  Billy Miller`s black-an`-tan tackled him one day,
An` "Greedy" he ist kindo` doubled all up like a ball,
  An` Billy`s dog he gived a yelp er two an` runned away!
An` nen when Billy fighted me, an` hit me with a bone,
  An` Ma she purt`nigh ketched him as he dodged an` skooted thro`
The fence, she says, "You better let my little boy alone,
  Er `Greedy,` next he whips yer dog, shall whip you, too!"
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