Wunst I looked our pepper-box lid
An’ cut little pie-dough biscuits, I did,
And cooked‘ em on our stove one day
When our hired girl she said I may.
Honey's the goodest thing — Oo-ooh!
And blackberry-pies is goodest, too!
But wite hot biscuits, ist soakin’ -wet
Wiv tree-mullasus, is goodest yet!
Miss Maimie she's my Ma's friend,— an’
She's purtiest girl in all the lan’!—
An’ sweetest smile an’ voice an’ face —
An’ eyes ist looks like p'serves tas'e’!
I ruther go to the Circus-show;
But,‘ cause my parunts told me so,
I ruther go to the Sund'y School,
‘ Cause there I learn the goldun rule.
Say, Pa,— what is the goldun rule
‘ At's allus at the Sund'y School?