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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, / Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! / Mighty glad I ain't a girl -- ruther be a boy, / Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy! / Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake -- / Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache! / 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me, / But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; / First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at! / Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide, / 'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride! / But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross, / He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his hoss, / An' then I laff an' holler, "Oh, ye never teched me! " / But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!