-Carol Armbrust 5/97

It's good ta know lots a' things
'bout biddle fwarts an' pigs with wings
How puppies come from Quis'mas twees
an' butter 's made by bum-bow-bees
See da squaurrel's nest in dat twee?
He lays-ah eggs dare yester-eve
Soon, dell hat-shout tiny kit-tens
wid gra-ee pause an' wed wool mittens
Waa-chat chick'n, fat an' roun'
scratchin' fur-rows in da groun'
He'll plant fedders in da spwing-time;
den dell be bunnies soff an-so...fine
I see da eagles fly way-ee up high,
Dey pluck fishes outta da sky
Dey drop 'em down into big ba-woo wakes
where dey chain-jazz into snaykes
Wance- I foun' a fwat gween fog
a' sittin' an' a croakin' on a fall'n wog
If I jus' knew da mah-gic would,
he would'a sung jus' like a boud
Look-a da bay-bee on mommie's lap.
He's suck-lin' milk a'fore 'is nap
Historic brought 'im frum lumber-lan'
wit' all 'is fingers on 'is liddle han'
Babes comin' frum a cabbage leave?
I'possible! No! I doan' be-leave.
I know his-stork!! brings bay-bees here
'cause my Mommy tol' me jus' las' year.
Doan' go! I wanna say one more ting
'bout how blew-birds learn to sing.
Fairies learn 'em owl true da night.
Now! Go'way! Mommy say, "Doan' fight."