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Show IMPENITENTIA ULTIMA. lAloysius Coll in Buffalo News.) I wish my clothes was pasted on my back, Jes' like a dog's. Or like th' bark that's fastened on a pile of hemlock logs; Then every time I trimmed my kite, or jigged by little boat. -An' started out. I wouldn't h"ar: "Oh, Johnny. Where's your coat?"' Th' fellers of my gang come up an' holler at our gate: "Come on. we're goin' fishin'. Jack"' but. gee! I got f wait Till ma has sewed a button on an" stitched a rippin' hem 'Fore I kin git my fishin' pole an' foller after 'em. :, One day when me an' Nell was huntin' berries down th" lane Th' hired man rattled by and had a wagon load of grain: An' he'd 'a' taken mc along, if Nell jes' hadn't, said: "He can't go into town . without a hat upon his bead." In winter, when th' sleddin' an' th' skat-, skat-, " in's comin' in. I never leave th' bouse but what I'm ordered or-dered back ag'in T' bundle up 'in somethin' warm" an' so j I've got t' tote : A pair of skates an" rubber .shoes an" gloves an' overcoat! An' in th' mornin'. when th' birds is sins-in' sins-in' in th' trees, I'm later gittin' out than all th chipmunks chip-munks an' the bees. Jes' 'cause I have t' sit aroun' a-pullin' at a shoe That won't go on fer knotted stringy or 'cause it's wet with dew. . That's why f wish my clothes was pasted on me. like the dog's. Or like th' bark that's fastened on a pile of hemlock logs: Then every time I wished t' have a swim or take a doze I wouldn't have f wait till 1 had shed my Sunday clothes. |