Classic Poem

I AIN'T very much on beauty,
An ornery sort of a kid;
I'm covered with warts an' freckles,
An' never do nothin' I 'm bid;
Sometimes my shoes are not mated,
Sometimes there's a hole in my sock;
But I carry a chip on my shoulder:
I can lick any boy in the block.

I ain't very much on study,
An' larnin 's a trifle too hard;
It's easier wrestlin' an' fightin'
An' lickin' the boys in the ward.
The teacher jes licks me fer fightin',
An' sometimes fer tellin' him lies:
I reckon I'd give him a tussle
If he was a boy o' my size.

But now I 'm as mad as a hornet,
An' layin' fer Billy Duval;
I 'll wipe up the earth with his carcass
Fer tryin' to gobble my gal:
He give her a bite of his apple;
I knew it an' tried to keep mum,
But I could n't stand it no longer
When he gave her the loan of his gum.