Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub’s by James Whitcomb Riley

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?

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