by lilorphant » Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:48 pm
<br><br>LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE<br><br>by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)<br><br>INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION <br> <br>To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;<br>The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;<br>The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones. <br> <br>ITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, <br>An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, <br>An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, <br>An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; <br>An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, <br>We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun <br>A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, <br>An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you <br>Ef you <br>Don't <br>Watch <br>Out! <br> <br>Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,-- <br>An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, <br>His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl, <br>An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all! <br>An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, <br>An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess; <br>But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:-- <br>An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you <br>Ef you <br>Don't <br>Watch <br>Out! <br> <br>An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, <br>An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin; <br>An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there, <br>She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! <br>An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, <br>They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, <br>An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! <br>An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you <br>Ef you <br>Don't <br>Watch <br>Out! <br> <br>An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, <br>An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! <br>An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, <br>An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- <br>You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear, <br>An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, <br>An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, <br>Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you <br>Ef you <br>Don't <br>Watch <br>Out! <br><br>"Little Orphant Annie" is reprinted from Complete Works. James Whitcomb Riley. Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill, 1916. <br><br> <p></p><i></i>