Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze <br />Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees. <br />An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play <br />In Aunty's room, while she 'uz away; <br />An' I clumbed up in her cushion-chair <br />An' ist peeked out o' the winder there; <br />An' there I saw--wite out in the trees-- <br />Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze! <br /> <br />An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze <br />Would bow an' bow, with the leaves in the breeze, <br />An' waggle his whiskers an' raggledy hair, <br />An' bow to me in the winder there! <br />An' I 'd peek out, an' he'd peek in <br />An' waggle his whiskers an' bow ag'in, <br />Ist like the leaves'u'd wave in the breeze-- <br />Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze! <br /> <br />An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze, <br />Seem-like, says to me: 'See my bees <br />A-bringin' my dinner? An' see my cup <br />O' locus'-blossoms they've plum' filled up?' <br />An' '_Um-yum, honey!_' wuz last he said, <br />An' waggled his whiskers an' bowed his head; <br />An' I yells, 'Gimme some, won't you, please, <br />Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze?'<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-man-whiskery-whee-kum-wheeze/
