Classic Poem

WE' got a' Uncle writes poetry-rhymes
Fer me an' Eddie to speak , sometimes, —
'Cause he's a poet — an' he gits paid
Fer poetry-writin', — 'cause that's his trade .
An' Eddie says he's goin' to try
To be a poet, too, by an' by
When he's a man! — an' I 'specThe is,
'Cause on his slate wunsThe print' this
An' call it

" The S QUIRL AND THE F UNY L ITEL G IRL "

" A litel girl
Whose name wuz Perl
Went to the woods to play.
The day wuz brite,
An' her hart wuz lite
As she galy skiped a way.

" A queer litel chatter,
A soft litel patter,
She herd in the top of a tree:
The surprized litel Perl
Saw a qute litel squirl,
As cuning as cuning cud be.

" She twisted her curl,
As she looked at the squirl,
An' playfully told it " good day!"
She calld it " Bunny" —
Wuzent that funy?
An' it noded an' bounded a way. "

Ma read it, an' says " she's awful proud , " —
An' Pa says " Splen'id! " an' laugh' out loud;
But Uncle says, " You can talk as you please,
It's a purty good little poetry-piece! "