MY HENRY
He’s jes a great, big, awk’ard, hulkin’Feller,—humped, and sorto’ sulkin’-Like, and ruther still-appearin’—Kind-as-ef he wuzn’t keerin’Whether school helt out er not—That’s my Henry, to a dot!Allus kindo’ liked him—whetherChildern, er growed-up together!Fifteen year’ ago and better,’Fore he ever knowed a letter,Run acrosst the little foolIn my Primer-class at school.When the Teacher wuzn’t lookin’,He’d be th’owin’ wads; er crookin’Pins; er sprinklin’ pepper, more’nLikely, on the stove; er borin’Gimlet-holes up thue his desk—Nothin’thatboy wouldn’t resk!But, somehow, as I was goin’On to say, he seemed so knowin’,Otherways, and cute and cunnin’—Allus wuz a notion runnin’Thue my giddy, fool-head heJes had be’n cut out fer me!Don’t go much onprophesyin’,But last night whilse I wuz fryin’Supper, with that man a-pitchin’Little Marthy round the kitchen,Think-says-I, “Them baby’s eyesIs my Henry’s, jes p’cise!”
He’s jes a great, big, awk’ard, hulkin’Feller,—humped, and sorto’ sulkin’-Like, and ruther still-appearin’—Kind-as-ef he wuzn’t keerin’Whether school helt out er not—That’s my Henry, to a dot!Allus kindo’ liked him—whetherChildern, er growed-up together!Fifteen year’ ago and better,’Fore he ever knowed a letter,Run acrosst the little foolIn my Primer-class at school.When the Teacher wuzn’t lookin’,He’d be th’owin’ wads; er crookin’Pins; er sprinklin’ pepper, more’nLikely, on the stove; er borin’Gimlet-holes up thue his desk—Nothin’thatboy wouldn’t resk!But, somehow, as I was goin’On to say, he seemed so knowin’,Otherways, and cute and cunnin’—Allus wuz a notion runnin’Thue my giddy, fool-head heJes had be’n cut out fer me!Don’t go much onprophesyin’,But last night whilse I wuz fryin’Supper, with that man a-pitchin’Little Marthy round the kitchen,Think-says-I, “Them baby’s eyesIs my Henry’s, jes p’cise!”
He’s jes a great, big, awk’ard, hulkin’Feller,—humped, and sorto’ sulkin’-Like, and ruther still-appearin’—Kind-as-ef he wuzn’t keerin’Whether school helt out er not—That’s my Henry, to a dot!
He’s jes a great, big, awk’ard, hulkin’
Feller,—humped, and sorto’ sulkin’-
Like, and ruther still-appearin’—
Kind-as-ef he wuzn’t keerin’
Whether school helt out er not—
That’s my Henry, to a dot!
Allus kindo’ liked him—whetherChildern, er growed-up together!Fifteen year’ ago and better,’Fore he ever knowed a letter,Run acrosst the little foolIn my Primer-class at school.
Allus kindo’ liked him—whether
Childern, er growed-up together!
Fifteen year’ ago and better,
’Fore he ever knowed a letter,
Run acrosst the little fool
In my Primer-class at school.
When the Teacher wuzn’t lookin’,He’d be th’owin’ wads; er crookin’Pins; er sprinklin’ pepper, more’nLikely, on the stove; er borin’Gimlet-holes up thue his desk—Nothin’thatboy wouldn’t resk!
When the Teacher wuzn’t lookin’,
He’d be th’owin’ wads; er crookin’
Pins; er sprinklin’ pepper, more’n
Likely, on the stove; er borin’
Gimlet-holes up thue his desk—
Nothin’thatboy wouldn’t resk!
But, somehow, as I was goin’On to say, he seemed so knowin’,Otherways, and cute and cunnin’—Allus wuz a notion runnin’Thue my giddy, fool-head heJes had be’n cut out fer me!
But, somehow, as I was goin’
On to say, he seemed so knowin’,
Otherways, and cute and cunnin’—
Allus wuz a notion runnin’
Thue my giddy, fool-head he
Jes had be’n cut out fer me!
Don’t go much onprophesyin’,But last night whilse I wuz fryin’Supper, with that man a-pitchin’Little Marthy round the kitchen,Think-says-I, “Them baby’s eyesIs my Henry’s, jes p’cise!”
Don’t go much onprophesyin’,
But last night whilse I wuz fryin’
Supper, with that man a-pitchin’
Little Marthy round the kitchen,
Think-says-I, “Them baby’s eyes
Is my Henry’s, jes p’cise!”