Classic Poem

When Uncle Sidney he comes here —
An' Fred an' me an' Min, —
My Ma she says she bet you yet
The roof'll tumble in!
Fer Uncle he ist romps with us:
An' wunst, out in our shed,
He telled us 'bout the Doodle-Bugs,
An' what they'll do, he said,
Ef you'll ist holler " Doodle-Bugs! " —
Out by our garden-bed —
" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread! "

Ain't Uncle Sidney funny man? —
" He's childish 'most as me " —
My Ma sometimes she tells him that —
" He ac's so foolishly! "
W'y, wunst, out in our garden-path,
Wite by the pie-plant bed,
He all sprawled out there in the dirt
An' ist scrooched down his head,
An' " Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs! "
My Uncle Sidney said, —
" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread! "

An' nen he showed us little holes
All bored there in the ground,
An' little weenty heaps o' dust
'At's piled there all around:
An' Uncle said, when he's like us,
Er purt' nigh big as Fred,
That wuz the Doodle-Bugs's Charm —
To call 'em up, he said: —
" Doodle! Doodle! Doodle-Bugs! "
An' they'd poke out their head —
" Doodle-Bugs! Doodle-Bugs!
Come up an' git some bread! "