MY muvver's ist the nicest one <br />'At ever lived wiz folks; <br />She lets you have ze mostes' fun, <br />An' laffs at all your jokes. <br />I got a ol' maid auntie, too, <br />The worst you ever saw; <br />Her eyes ist bore you through and through, — <br />She ain't a bit like ma. <br />She's ist as slim as slim can be, <br />An' when you want to slide <br />Down on ze balusters, w'y she <br />Says 'at she's harrified. <br />She ain't as nice as Uncle Ben, <br />What says 'at little boys <br />Won't never grow to be big men <br />Unless they're fond of noise. <br />But muvver's nicer zan 'em all, <br />She calls you, 'precious lamb,' <br />An' let's you roll your ten-pin ball, <br />An' spreads your bread wiz jam. <br />An' when you're bad, she ist looks sad, <br />You fink she's goin' to cry; <br />An' when she don't you're awful glad, <br />An' den you're good, Oh, my! <br />At night, she takes ze softest hand, <br />An' lays it on your head, <br />An' says 'Be off to Sleepy-Land <br />By way o' trundle-bed.' <br />So when you fink what muvver knows <br />An' aunts an' uncle tan't, <br />It skeers a feller; ist suppose <br />His muvver 'd been a aunt.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appreciation-17/
