The Elf-Child.Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board and keep;An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest funA-list’nin’ to the witch tales ’at Annie tells about,An’ the gobble-uns ’at gits youEf youDon’tWatchOut!Once they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs—An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His mammy heard him holler, an’ his daddy heard him bawl,An’ when they turn the kivvers down he wasn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ everywheres, I guess,But all they ever found was this—his pants an’ round-about—An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one an’ all her blood an’ kin.An’ onct, when they was “company,” an’ old folks was there,She mocked ’em, an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ jist as she kicked her heels an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They was two great Big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’, ’fore she knowed what she’s about!An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes Woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away—You better mind your parents and yer teachers fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ’at loves you, and dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the po’ an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about,Er the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board and keep;An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest funA-list’nin’ to the witch tales ’at Annie tells about,An’ the gobble-uns ’at gits youEf youDon’tWatchOut!Once they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs—An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His mammy heard him holler, an’ his daddy heard him bawl,An’ when they turn the kivvers down he wasn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ everywheres, I guess,But all they ever found was this—his pants an’ round-about—An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one an’ all her blood an’ kin.An’ onct, when they was “company,” an’ old folks was there,She mocked ’em, an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ jist as she kicked her heels an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They was two great Big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’, ’fore she knowed what she’s about!An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes Woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away—You better mind your parents and yer teachers fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ’at loves you, and dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the po’ an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about,Er the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board and keep;An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest funA-list’nin’ to the witch tales ’at Annie tells about,An’ the gobble-uns ’at gits youEf youDon’tWatchOut!Once they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs—An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His mammy heard him holler, an’ his daddy heard him bawl,An’ when they turn the kivvers down he wasn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ everywheres, I guess,But all they ever found was this—his pants an’ round-about—An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one an’ all her blood an’ kin.An’ onct, when they was “company,” an’ old folks was there,She mocked ’em, an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ jist as she kicked her heels an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They was two great Big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’, ’fore she knowed what she’s about!An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes Woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away—You better mind your parents and yer teachers fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ’at loves you, and dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the po’ an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about,Er the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board and keep;
An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch tales ’at Annie tells about,
An’ the gobble-uns ’at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Once they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs—An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His mammy heard him holler, an’ his daddy heard him bawl,An’ when they turn the kivvers down he wasn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ everywheres, I guess,But all they ever found was this—his pants an’ round-about—An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
Once they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs—
An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His mammy heard him holler, an’ his daddy heard him bawl,
An’ when they turn the kivvers down he wasn’t there at all!
An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,
An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ everywheres, I guess,
But all they ever found was this—his pants an’ round-about—
An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one an’ all her blood an’ kin.An’ onct, when they was “company,” an’ old folks was there,She mocked ’em, an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ jist as she kicked her heels an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They was two great Big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’, ’fore she knowed what she’s about!An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin,
An’ make fun of ever’ one an’ all her blood an’ kin.
An’ onct, when they was “company,” an’ old folks was there,
She mocked ’em, an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!
An’ jist as she kicked her heels an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,
They was two great Big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,
An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’, ’fore she knowed what she’s about!
An’ the gobble-uns ’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes Woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away—You better mind your parents and yer teachers fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ’at loves you, and dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the po’ an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about,Er the gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes Woo-oo!
An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,
An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away—
You better mind your parents and yer teachers fond an’ dear,
An’ cherish them ’at loves you, and dry the orphant’s tear,
An’ he’p the po’ an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about,
Er the gobble-uns ’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!