Classic Poem

Janey PETTIBONE'S the best
Little girl an' purtiest
In this town! an' lives next door,
Up-stairs over their old store.

Little Janey Pettibone
An' her Ma lives all alone, —
'Cause her Pa broke up, an' nen
Died 'cause they ain't rich again.

Little Janey's Ma she sews
Fer my Ma sometimes, an' goes
An' gives music-lessuns — where
People's got pianers there.

But when Janey Pettibone
Grows an' grows, like I'm a-growin',
Nen I'm go' to keep a store,
An' sell things — an' sell some more —

Till I'm ist as rich! — An' nen
Her Ma can be rich again, —
Ef I'm rich enough to own
Little Janey Pettibone!