The Doodle-Bug's Charm

When Uncle Sidney he comes here —

An' Fred an' me an' Min, —

My Ma she says she bet you yet

The roof'll tumble in!

Fer Uncle he ist romps with us:

An' wunst, out in our shed,

He telled us 'bout the Doodle-Bugs,

An' what they'll do, he said,

Ef you'll ist holler " Doodle-Bugs! " —

Out by our garden-bed —

" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!

Come up an' git some bread! "

Ain't Uncle Sidney funny man? —

" He's childish 'most as me " —

My Ma sometimes she tells him that —

" He ac's so foolishly! "

W'y, wunst, out in our garden-path,

Wite by the pie-plant bed,

He all sprawled out there in the dirt

An' ist scrooched down his head,

An' " Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs! "

My Uncle Sidney said, —

" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!

Come up an' git some bread! "

An' nen he showed us little holes

All bored there in the ground,

An' little weenty heaps o' dust

'At's piled there all around:

An' Uncle said, when he's like us,

Er purt' nigh big as Fred,

That wuz the Doodle-Bugs's Charm —

To call 'em up, he said: —

" Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs! "

An' they'd poke out their head —

" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!

Come up an' git some bread! "

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