Classic Poem

One time, when we'z at Aunty's house —
'Way in the country! — where
They's ist but woods — an' pigs, an' cows —
An' all's outdoors an' air! —
An' orchurd-swing; an' churry trees —
An' churries in 'em! — Yes, an' these-
Here redhead birds steals all they please,
An' tetch 'em ef you dare! —
W'y, wunst, one time, when we wuz there,
We et out on the porch!

Wite where the cellar door wuz shut
The table wuz; an' I
Let Aunty set by me an' cut
My vittuls up — an' pie.
'Tuz awful funny! — I could see
The redheads in the churry tree;
An' beehives, where you got to be
So keerful, goin' by; —
An' " Comp'ny " there an' all! — an' we —
We et out on the porch!

An' I ist et p'surves an' things
'At Ma don't 'low me to —
An' chickun-gizzurds — (don't like wings
Like Parunts does! do you? )
An' all the time the wind blowed there,
An' I could feel it in my hair,
An' ist smell clover ever' where! —
An' a old redhead flew
Purt' nigh wite over my high-chair,
When we et on the porch!