The Small Boy Explains

Some people say the sky is blue Acause it's warshed by rains up there; I dunno if 'at's so, do you? And I don't care--and I don't care!

I ain't no sky, an' I don't like To have my face warshed, anyhow; My nurse says I'm a "naughty tike To run away" or raise a row.

But ef she daubed mud on like this A-purpose, so's the boys would play With her--and not call her a "sis," She'd hate to warsh it all away!

That's why the blue sky'll never mean A in-spi-ra-tion er a "joy"; A-course it can be nice an' clean-- It won't be called a "sissy-boy."