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Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he

Won't stand that, an' punished me,—

Nen when he was gone that day,

I slipped out an' runned away.

I tooked all my copper-cents,

An' clumbed over our back fence

In the jimpson-weeds 'at growed

Ever'where all down the road.

Nen I got out there, an' nen

I runned some—an' runned again

When I met a man 'at led

A big cow 'at shooked her head.

I went down a long, long lane

Where was little pigs a-play'n';

An' a grea'-big pig went "Booh!"

An' jumped up, an' skeered me too.

Nen I scampered past, an' they

Was somebody hollered "Hey!"

An' I ist looked ever'where,

An' they was nobody there.

I want to, but I'm 'fraid to try

To go back.... An' by-an'-by

Somepin' hurts my throat inside—

An' I want my Ma—an' cried.

Nen a grea'-big girl come through

Where's a gate, an' telled me who

Am I? an' ef I tell where

My home's at she'll show me there.

But I couldn't ist but tell

What's my name; an' she says well,

An' she tooked me up an' says

She know where I live, she guess.

Nen she telled me hug wite close

Round her neck!—an' off she goes

Skippin' up the street! An' nen

Purty soon I'm home again.

An' my Ma, when she kissed me,

Kissed the big girl too, an' she

Kissed me—ef I p'omise shore

I won't run away no more!