'Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!' <br />Jeemses Rivers! won't some one ever shet that howl o' his? <br />That-air yellin' drives me wild! <br />Cain't none of ye stop the child? <br />Want jer Daddy? 'Naw.' Gee whizz! <br />'Want to be whur mother is!' <br /> <br />'Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!' <br />Coax him, Sairy! Mary, sing somepin far him! Lift him, Liz-- <br />Bang the clock-bell with the key-- <br />Er the _meat-ax!_ Gee-mun-nee! <br />Listen to them lungs o' his! <br />'Want to be whur mother is!' <br /> <br />'Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!' <br />Preacher guess'll pound all night on that old pulpit o' his; <br />'Pears to me some wimmin jest <br />Shows religious interest <br />Mostly 'fore their fambly's riz! <br />'Want to be whur mother is!' <br /> <br />* * * * * <br /> <br />'Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!' <br />Nights like these and whipperwills allus brings that voice of his! <br />Sairy; Mary; 'Lizabeth; <br />Don't set there and ketch yer death <br />In the dew--er rheumatiz-- <br />Want to be whur mother is?<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/want-to-be-whur-mother-is/
