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Edgar Guest - Boy And His Stomach
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What`s the matter with you--ain`t I always been your friend?
Ain`t I been a pardner to you? All my pennies don`t I spend
In gettin` nice things for you? Don`t I give you lots of cake?
Say, stummick, what`s the matter, that you had to go an` ache?

Why, I loaded you with good things yesterday, I gave you more
Potatoes, squash an` turkey than you`d ever had before.
I gave you nuts an` candy, pumpkin pie an` chocolate cake,
An` las` night when I got to bed you had to go an` ache.

Say, what`s the matter with you--ain`t you satisfied at all?
I gave you all you wanted, you was hard jes` like a ball,
An` you couldn`t hold another bit of puddin`, yet las` night
You ached mos` awful, stummick; that ain`t treatin` me jes` right.

I`ve been a friend to you, I have, why ain`t you a friend o` mine?
They gave me castor oil last night because you made me whine.
I`m awful sick this mornin` an` I`m feelin` mighty blue,
`Cause you don`t appreciate the things I do for you.
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