Classic Poem

Sometimes I think 'at Parunts does
Things ist about as bad as us —
Wite 'fore our vurry eyes, at that!
Fer one time Pa he scold' my Ma
'Cause he can't find his hat;
An' she ist cried , she did! An' I
Says, " Ef you scold my Ma
Ever again an' make her cry,
W'y, you shan't be my Pa! "
An' nen he laugh' an' find his hat
Ist wite where Ma she said it's at!