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Riley Child-Rhymes

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[Illustration: They was two great big black things a-standin' by her side]

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 funA-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you  Ef you    Don't      Watch        Out!

Onc'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!

[Illustration: An' when they turn't the kivvers down]

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin;An' onc'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!

[Illustration: Little Orphant Annie—Tailpiece]


[Illustration: The Raggedy Man—Title]

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 laughWhen 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 goodHe 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 treeAn' 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...?