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    Riley Child-Rhymes
    Riley Child-Rhymes
    Riley Child-Rhymes
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    Riley Child-Rhymes

    By James Whitcomb Riley

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    A collection of beautiful poems for children.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRead Books Ltd.
    Release dateMay 31, 2013
    ISBN9781473388420
    Riley Child-Rhymes

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      Riley Child-Rhymes - James Whitcomb Riley

      LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE

      LITTLE Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay, An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ 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-an’-keep;

      An’ all us other childern, 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!

      One’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,—

      So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,

      His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,

      An’ when they turn’t 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’ ever’wheres, I guess;

      But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout:—

      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’ one’t, when they was company, an’ ole folks was there,

      She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!

      An’ thist 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 lamp-wick 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 yer parents, an’ yer teachers fond an’ dear,

      An’ churish them ’at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,

      An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,

      Er the Gobble-uns’ll git you

      Ef you

      Don’t

      Watch

      Out!

      O THE RAGGEDY MAN! He works fer Pa;

      An’ he’s the goodest man ever you saw!

      He comes to our house every day,

      An’ waters the horses, an’ feeds ’em hay;

      An’ he opens the shed—an’ we all ist laugh

      When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;

      An’ nen—ef our hired girl says he can—

      He milks the cow fer ’Lizabuth Ann.—

      Aint he a’ awful good Raggedy Man?

      Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

      W’y, The Raggedy Man—he’s ist so good

      He splits the kindlin’ an’ chops the wood;

      An’ nen he spades in our garden, too,

      An’ does most things ’at boys can’t do!—

      He clumbed clean up in our big tree

      An’ shooked a’ apple down fer me—

      An’ nother’n’, too, fer ’Lizabuth Ann—

      An’ nother’n’, too, fer The Raggedy Man.—

      Aint he a’ awful kind Raggedy Man?

      Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

      An’ The Raggedy Man, he knows most

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