Classic Poem

When I wuz ist a little bit o' weenty-teenty kid
I maked up a Fairy-tale, all by myse'f, I did: —

I

WUNST upon a time wunst
They wuz a Fairy King,
An' ever'thing he have wuz gold —
His clo'es, an' ever' thing!
An' all the other Fairies
In his goldun Palace-hall
Had to hump an' hustle —
'Cause he was bosst of all!

II

He have a golden trumput,
An' when he blow' on that,
It's a sign he want' his boots,
Er his coat er hat:
They's a sign fer ever'thing, —
An' all the Fairies knowed
Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin'
When the King blowed!

III

Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all:
" Saddle up yer bees —
Fireflies is gittin' fat
An' sassy as you please! —
Guess we'll go a-huntin'! "
So they hunt' a little bit,
Till the King blowed " Supper-time, "
Nen they all quit.

IV

Nen they have a Banqut
In the Palace-hall,
An' ist et! an' et! an' et!
Nen they have a Ball;
An' when the Queen o' Fairyland
Come p'omenadin' through,
The King says an' halts her, —
" Guess I'll marry you! "