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CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Snickers and Knickers

Grown-ups sure strike me funny, They say such silly things; Like when a feller bumps his head And fills it full of rings. Some one will holler, "Don't you cry! That didn't hurt at all!" They tap themselves upon the bean, "You see, I didn't bawl." Oh no, they didn't raise a howl, They wasn't even hurt; But if they'd got it where I did They'd want to bite the dirt. A kid don't get a break at all, He's got to stand the gaff; No matter if he kilt himself, He still has got to laugh.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Planning the Future

When I was just a little boy An' Ma would tan my hide; I'd get my little doggie And to it I would confide. "We'll get up in the morning And hit it for the West; I'm sick an' tired of everything, We'll give this burg a rest. "We'll build a little cabin Clost to a swimmin' pool; There won't be any wash rags, And there won't be any school. "There won't be any errands, And there won't be any girls, To tattle on a feller An' git sand in their curls.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Hey, Ma!

There's a most perplexin' question 'Causin' boys so much dismay, Just what becomes of everything Their Ma's have put away. Remember gang, when we was kids, We couldn't find a thing? And how our marbles disappeared, As well as top and string? Our ketchin' glove was missin' And so was ball and bat; The fish hooks simply wasn't there, Nor was our cowboy hat. "Hey, Ma!" we'd holler, "Where's my knife? I had it only yesterday!" And Ma would say she didn't know, She'd put the thing away.

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