Classic Poem

Oh Dolly dear that wind balloom
I bied from Mr. Burks
Is spoilt tause Bimmie tried to see
Inside its ickle works.

But, when he went and opened it
Oh! Dolly it was fun
He touldn't see the works a bit
Betause there wasn't none.

And then he tummed and asked if I
Had sharpened my pencil see
And sticked it in a chilly why
And dived it back to me.

It burnt my mouf so drefful then
I tould not bear the pain
But it dot pretty better when
Smark Bimmie dot the cane.

Oh Dolly dear if Bimmy Bown
Does not learn to behave
He'll surely bing my drey hairs down
In sothow to the drave.