May 1, 2022
One of my favorite sights is a little boy in his blue jeans, chatting about his world with whoever will listen... Not sure of the author, but certainly someone who understands this boy.
A Little Boy's Pocket
Do you know what's in my pottet?
Such a lot of treasures in it!
Listen now while I bedin it:
Such a lot of sings it holds,
And everysing dat's in my pottet,
And where and when and how I dot it.
A beauty shell, I pit'd it up;
And here's the handle of a tup
That somebody has broked at tea;
The shell's a hole in it, you see:
Nobody knows dat I dot it,
I teep it safe in my pottet.
And here's my ball, too, in my pottet
And here's my pennies, one, two, free
That my Aunt Mary dave to me.
Tomorrow I will buy a spade,
When I'm out walking with the maid;
I tan't put dat here in my pottet!
But I can use it when I've dot it.
Here's some more sings in my pottet,
Here's my lead and here's my string;
And once I had an iron ring,
But through a hole it lost one day,
And this is what I always say -
A hole's the worst thing in a pottet,
Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.
