Lizzard Crick Poems.
’At
Steel Trap.
Ast
uncle once ef I could set
One o’them steel
traps o’ his;
Tol’ ’im
I’d seen some annermul,
Bigger’n what the ol’ cat is,
Down
in the medder nigh the crick;
Seen ’is toe prints in the san’
Nigh
to a hole. Said he guessed not,
I’d be apter ketch my han’.
But
guessed ’at I knew howter set
A steel trap ’thought gittin ketched
Myself,
so I sotter down th’ere,
‘n’ thought how he’d laff w’em I fetched
A coon
or mebbie woodchuck home
Nex’ mornin’ erbout sunrise!
An’ w’en
I creeped up to the hole
Heard some soft an’ mournful cries,
An’ ’ere
wuz aunty’s ol’ black cat
Lookin’ tearful like at me;
‘N’ it
made me bawl an’ wisht I’uz dead
Hurt her hin’ laigs so, yo_______
‘N’ I
tuk her out an’ petted _______
“N’ confessed tur uncle
______
An’
he, he jawed, ‘n’en said _____
Bes’ boy wuz on Lizzard Crick
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[lower
right corner torn off]