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Edgar Guest - Nothing To Laugh At
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`Taint nothin` to laugh at as I can see!
If you`d been stung by a bumble bee,
An` your nose wuz swelled an` it smarted, too,
You wouldn`t want people to laugh at you.
If you had a lump that wuz full of fire,
Like you`d been touched by a red hot wire,
An` your nose spread out like a load of hay,
You wouldn`t want strangers who come your way
To ask you to let `em see the place
An` laugh at you right before your face.

What`s funny about it, I`d like to know?
It isn`t a joke to be hurted so!
An` how wuz I ever on earth to tell
`At the pretty flower which I stooped to smell
In our backyard wuz the very one
Which a bee wuz busily working on?
An` jus` as I got my nose down there,
He lifted his foot an` kicked for fair,
An` he planted his stinger right into me,
But it`s nothin` to laugh at as I can see.

I let out a yell an` my Maw came out
To see what the trouble wuz all about.
She says from my shriek she wuz sure `at I
Had been struck by a motor car passin` by;
But when she found what the matter wuz
She laughed just like ever`body does
An` she made me stand while she poked about
To pull his turrible stinger out.
An` my Pa laughed, too, when he looked at me,
But it`s nothin` to laugh at, as I can see.

My Maw put witch hazel on the spot
To take down the swellin` but it has not.
It seems to git bigger as time goes by
An` I can`t see good out o` this one eye;
An` it hurts clean down to my very toes
Whenever I`ve got to blow my nose.
An` all I can say is when this gits well
There ain`t any flowers I`ll stoop to smell.
I`m through disturbin` a bumble bee,
But it`s nothin` to laugh at, as I can see.
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