"WANT to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Jeemses Rivers! won't some one ever shet that howl o' his? That-air yellin' drives me wild! Cain't none of ye stop the child? Want yer Daddy? "Naw." Gee Whizz! "Want to be whur mother is!" "Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Coax him, Sairy! Mary, sing somepin' fer him! Lift him, Liz-- Bang the clock-bell with the key-- Er the meat-ax! Gee-mun-nee! Listen to them lungs o' his! "Want to be whur mother is!" "Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Preacher guess'll pound all night on that old pulpit o' his; 'Pears to me some wimmin' jist Shows religious interest Mostly 'fore their fambly's riz! "Want to be whur mother is!" "Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Nights like these and whipperwills allus brings that voice of his! Sairy; Mary; 'Lizabeth; Don't set there and ketch yer death In the dew--er rheumatiz-- Want to be whur mother is? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LEGEND by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR by EDNA M. BECKER GLEANING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: HERITAGE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |