Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees. An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play In Aunty's room, while she 'uz away; An' I clumbed up in her cushion-chair An' ist peeked out o' the winder there; An' there I saw--wite out in the trees-- Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze! An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Would bow an' bow, with the leaves in the breeze, An' waggle his whiskers an' raggledy hair, An' bow to me in the winder there! An' I 'd peek out, an' he'd peek in An' waggle his whiskers an' bow ag'in, Ist like the leaves'u'd wave in the breeze-- Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze! * * * * * [Illustration: "BOW TO ME IN THE WINDER THERE!"] * * * * * An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze, Seem-like, says to me: "See my bees A-bringin' my dinner? An' see my cup O' locus'-blossoms they've plum' filled up?" An' "_Um-yum, honey!_" wuz last he said, An' waggled his whiskers an' bowed his head; An' I yells, "Gimme some, won't you, please, Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze?" [Illustration] * * * * * [Illustration] LITTLE-GIRL-TWO-LITTLE-GIRLS I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say I'm two little girls. An' one o' me Is _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' she Is _Bad little girl as she can be!_ An' Ma say so, 'most ever' day. An' she's the _funniest_ Ma! 'Cause when My Doll won't mind, an' I ist cry, W'y, nen my Ma she sob an' sigh, An' say, "Dear _Good_ little girl, good-bye!-- _Bad_ little girl's comed here again!" Last time 'at Ma act' thataway, I cried all to myse'f awhile Out on the steps, an' nen I smile, An' git my Doll all fix' in style, An' go in where Ma's at, an' say: _"Morning to you, Mommy dear_! _Where's that Bad little girl wuz here_? _Bad little girl's goned clean away_, _An' Good little girl's comed back to stay."_ [Illustration] * * * * * A GUSTATORY ACHIEVEMENT Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we Et at Granny's house, an' she [Illustration] Had--ist like she alluz does-- Most an' best pies ever wuz. Canned _black_ burry-pie an' _goose_ Burry, squshin'-full o' juice; An' _roz_burry--yes, an' plum-- Yes, an' _churry_-pie--_um-yum_! Peach an' punkin, too, you bet. Lawzy! I kin taste 'em yet! Yes, an' _custard_-pie, an' _mince!_ * * * * * An'--I--_ain't_--et--no--pie--since! [Illustration] * * * * * CLIMATIC SORCERY When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death, With his old white mustache froze full o' breath.