September 24, 2007

Little Orphan Annie

I came across this poem and remembered
all the times Mom used to say this to us...- Amy

LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
BY
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

Little Orphan Annie's come
to my house to stay.
To wash the cups and saucers up
and brush the crumbs away.
To shoo the chickens from the porch
and dust the hearth and sweep,
and make the fire and bake the bread
to earn her board and keep.
While all us other children,
when the supper things is done,
we sit around the kitchen fire
and has the mostest fun,
a listening to the witch tales
that Annie tells about
and the goblins will get ya
if ya don't watch out!

Once there was a little boy
who wouldn't say his prayers,
and when he went to bed at night
away up stairs,
his mammy heard him holler
and his daddy heard him bawl,
and when they turned the covers down,
he wasn't there at all!
They searched him in the attic room
and cubby hole and press
and even up the chimney flu
and every wheres, I guess,
but all they ever found of him
was just his pants and round-abouts
and the goblins will get ya
if ya don't watch out!!

Once there was a little girl
who always laughed and grinned
and made fun of everyone,
of all her blood and kin,
and once when there was company
and old folks was there,
she mocked them and she shocked them
and said, she didn't care.
And just as she turned on her heels
and to go and run and hide,
there was two great big black things
a standing by her side.
They snatched her through the ceiling
fore she knew what shes about,
and the goblins will get ya
if ya don't watch out!!

When the night is dark and scary,
and the moon is full
and creatures are a flying
and the wind goes Whoooooooooo,
you better mind your parents
and your teachers fond and dear,
and cherish them that loves ya,
and dry the orphans tears
and help the poor and needy ones
that cluster all about,
or the goblins will get ya
if ya don't watch out!!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OK, I've GOTTA read this one to my kids! I'm not above employing a little fear in my parenting!

Kim said...

HA HA HA! It's been years, but who knows but what Mom hasn't been reciting this poem to them every time she babysits...kinda like the "lullaby" about the babies that die in the woods! ;) --Kim