“Crying!” Of course I am crying, and I guess you would be crying, too,
If people were telling such stories as they tell about me, about YOU.
Oh yes, you can laugh if you want to, and smoke as you did n't care how,
And get your brains softened like uncle's. Dr. Jones says you're gettin’ it now.
Why do n't you say “Stop!” to Miss Ilsey? She cries twice as much as I do,
And she's older and cries just from meanness,— for a ribbon or anything new.
Ma says it's her “sensitive nature.” Oh my! No, I sha'n' t stop my talk!
And I do n't want no apples nor candy, and I do n't want to go take a walk!