My painted tree, and other poems . All right, eat it,—den some day whenYo wants granpas knife ter cut, Mebbe hell turn roun an tell yoBout der day yo ate dat nut. Makin fun o yo po grandad,Kase his ole teet am worn down, Neber mine,—yoU be dere honeyWhen yo gray hairs come aroun* Chaw now!—Oh, I tought yous playin, Jist a chawin on yo tongue,Foolin ole grandad, an actin Like mos boys when dey am Dcre,—I knewed heM gfiv it to me,Climbin^ up on granpas knee, An er stickin dat ere kernelIn his mout fars he can see.

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