Classic Poem

Oh Dolly I was kept to sing
Now dest you tum to me
I want to tell a orpul fing
That Dranma telled to me.

She said she saw — now don't det pale
A horsefly in the air
And ickle dog sit on his tail
Do you berbleive her? — there.

I telled her was the dog our own
And was the horse a mare
And how the ickle dog sticked on
Wight up there in the air.

And then she laughed and touldn't put
The china fings away
So then I cried and shamped my foot
And wouldn't wun and play.

And Dranma said she finked that I
Screaled like the ittle pigs
And so I went and telled her why
Tause she was tellin figs.