Classic Poem

Oh Dolley dear I wish that you
Would dive me some ervice
I really don't know what to do
And Dranma idnt nice.

She says a ittle dirl she knew
Like me, once nearly died
Betause a hapennytot stone drew
A tree in her inside.

I only took a hapennytot
To have a ningly taste
And then the stone went down and dot
Right here behind me waist.

But if it drows I'll mate it stop
And wivver up, see why?
I dest won't drint a single drop
And then the roofs will die.