ONE day when I was lyin' in the grass Watchin' the little clouds a-sailin' by, I saw a Jacob's ladder all of gold, It started from a hole up in the sky. I was so scared an angel might come down I wriggled in the grass and lay quite flat— You see, I ain't as good as I could wish, An' angels don't jes' take to boys like that. When I got home I told my Maw, because I thought that she'd be int'rested—but pshaw! She jes' gave me a look an' said, "My son, Don't go a-tellin' fibs to fool yer Maw!" Now, Jacob's Maw b'lieved every word he said, An' told the neighbours an' made quite a stir, And got it put in the Old Testament— But my Maw—why, you jes' can't int'rest her! |