At Aunty's House

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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 out-doors an' air!--
An' orchurd-swing; an' churry-trees--
An' _churries_ in 'em!--Yes, an' these--
Here red-head 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 red-heads in the churry-tree;
An' bee-hives, 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 red-head flew
Purt' nigh wite over my high-chair,
  _When we et on the porch!_

© James Whitcomb Riley