The Evolution Of An Adoption

He’s ’ist a little orfant boy W’at goes to school with me; An’ ain’t got any parents ’cuz His folks is dead, you see. An’ w’en he sees my toys an’ things-- My, but his eyes ’ist shine; An’ he ain’t got no marbles, so I give him half of mine.

An’ once it’s orful stormy w’en It’s noon an’ he can’t go Back where he works for board an’ clo’es To get his lunch, an’ so I had some san’wiches an’ things ’At he thought was ’ist fine, An’ ’cuz he didn’t have no lunch I give him half of mine.

An’ once w’en we went down to fish He come along with me, An’ w’en we’re there says he ’ist wish ’At he could fish. You see He’s orful poor an’ brought a pole But didn’t have a line, An’ w’en I saw how bad he felt I give him half of mine.

An’ one time I ’ist told my Ma How he don’t have much fun ’Cuz he ain’t got no Ma or Pa Or Aunt or any one. An’ ’en I told her how I thought ’At it would be ’ist fine ’Cuz he ain’t got no mother if I’d give him half of mine.

He ain’t my brother, really true, He’s ’ist an orfant, so My Ma she took him, ’cuz she knew He had no place to go. I’m awful glad we got him an’ My Pa thinks it ’ist fine-- He didn’t have no mother, so I give him half of mine.