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The Dog The Dog

The Dog
I can't talk dog an' he can't talk man, Yit Rover an' me, we onderstan'; I wag my tongue an' he wags 'is tail, An' Love explains whar grammars fail. An' we ain't by ourselves in dat, in dat-- No, we ain't by ourselves in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Dog... Poems - Post by : Andreaspauli - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1266

The Prize-winner The Prize-winner

The Prize-winner
Dat Berkshire horg in de blue ribbon pen Come home wid de heavy-weight prize again; He looks mighty pompious in 'is stall, But he's on'y a fat horg, after all. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Prize-Winner... Poems - Post by : chet21 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2475

The Black Sheep The Black Sheep

The Black Sheep
De black sheep says, "Oh, what's de use To shun de mire an' de muddy sluice? For whether I walks for praise or blame, Dey'll call me 'black sheep,' jes de same!" An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Black Sheep... Poems - Post by : Gobala_Krishnan - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1345

The Giraffe The Giraffe

The Giraffe
Br'er Gy-raffe don't make no pertense O' not seein' over 'is neighbor's fence, An' ef he'd listen close-t, I 'spec' He'd hear somebody say: "Rubber-neck!!!" But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Giraffe... Poems - Post by : Jon_Yarbrough - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2535

The Rain-crow The Rain-crow

The Rain-crow
Br'er Rain-crow sho kin prophesy, Caze he reads his wisdom f'om de page on high; His mind ain't clogged wid secon'-hand facts, But de moon an' de skies is his almanacs. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Rain-Crow... Poems - Post by : danphillips - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2037

The Eel The Eel

The Eel
Br'er Eel got a mighty jewbious name, But maybe he ain't so much to blame; He couldn't squirm out ef he nuver ventured in, An' he resks his all when he resks his skin. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Eel... Poems - Post by : forunme - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2504

The Endless Song The Endless Song

The Endless Song
Oh, I used to sing a song, An' dey said it was too long, So I cut it off de en' To accommodate a frien' Nex' do', nex' do'-- To accommodate a frien' nex' do'. But it made de matter wuss Dan it had been at de fus, 'Ca'ze de en' was gone, an' den Co'se it didn't have no en' Any mo',... Poems - Post by : createit - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2268

The Frizzled Chicken The Frizzled Chicken

The Frizzled Chicken
Dat frizzledy chicken, he steps so spry, An' he totes 'is head so pompious high, Like as ef he tries, wharever he goes, To rise above dem rough-dried clo'es. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Frizzled Chicken... Poems - Post by : serenity - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1857

The Fig The Fig

The Fig
De fig dat's "sweet enough to eat" Is sweet enough, but not too sweet; But de honey-lip fig in de blazin' light Is a battle-ground whar de varmints fight. An' it ain't by itself in dat, in dat-- An' it ain't by itself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Fig... Poems - Post by : madril - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2641

The Goat The Goat

The Goat
No matter how much she strive to 'spire, Sis' Nannie Goat's measured 'g'inst some'h'n' higher; "First cousin to a sheep" an' "de po' man's cow," Is hol'-down luck, come when, come how. An' she ain't by 'erself helt down like dat-- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Goat... Poems - Post by : tylila - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1032

The Locomotive The Locomotive

The Locomotive
Dey say Sis' Ingine's fiercest scream Don't mean nothin' but lettin' off steam, But wid so much wrackage behin' 'er back, Seem like she say: "Git out o' my track!" An' she ain't by 'erself, old Mis, in dat-- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Locomotive... Poems - Post by : Warrior13 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2384

The Rose The Rose

The Rose
When Sis' Rose th'ows open her heart too proud, She blooms mighty brief in Beauty's crowd; 'Ca'ze the rains beat in an' de bees make free 'Tel de heart o' de rose is sad to see. An' you ain't by yo'self, Sis' Rose, in dat-- No, you ain't by yo'self in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Rose... Poems - Post by : billywizz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 858

Look Out For Mister Bee Look Out For Mister Bee

Look Out For Mister Bee
Look out for Mister Bee in de punkin-flower! Plenty gallinippers in de grass! Mighty close tie 'twix' wings an' stings Better let de honey-bee pass! Z--Z--Z, Z, Z! Better let de honey-bee pass! White-face bumblebee--white folks' ways-- Never give a sassy answer back! But don't you trus' de black-face, no matter what he says! Give de nigger bumblebee de track!... Poems - Post by : armandmorin - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1208

The Gray Squirrel The Gray Squirrel

The Gray Squirrel
De gray squir'l lives a nachel life, Wid friends an' foes an' chillen an' wife; But whenever he gits his picture took, He snatches dat nut, to appear in de book. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Gray Squirrel... Poems - Post by : meaghert - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1597

The Thistle The Thistle

The Thistle
De thistle-stalk sends up a noble bloom Wid de shape of a flower an' de thought of a plume, But its prickle-y ways turn friendship down; So it stands all alone, in its velvet gown. An' it ain't by its lonesome self in dat-- No, it ain't by itself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Thistle... Poems - Post by : Samoyedman - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2716

The Firefly The Firefly

The Firefly
Br'er Lightnin'-bug is a gay yo'ng spark, But he nuver is yit put out de dark; He shines for 'isself in 'is zigzag flight, An' he's middlin' sho he's de sou'ce of light. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Firefly... Poems - Post by : tedbosworth - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 984

Incubator Chickens Incubator Chickens

Incubator Chickens
Dem inkybator chickens dat's hatched by de clock, Wid a lamp for love, is lonesome stock; Dey feeds in droves, but dey envies de others Dat scratches for grubs wid any ol' mothers. An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat-- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Incubator Chickens... Poems - Post by : vatek1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2195

The Bat The Bat

The Bat
Br'er Bat flaps out in de gloomin' dark, An' even ef he's boun' for a harmless lark, He favors de devil an' he keeps sech hours Dat he seems in cahoot wid de evil powers. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Bat... Poems - Post by : spankonator - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2826

A Guilty Conscience A Guilty Conscience

A Guilty Conscience
Dat little yaller pup 's got so many lickin's For pesterin' all de ducks an' chickens, Dat whenever he hears any barn-yard strife, He looks over his shoulder an' runs for 's life. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Guilty Conscience... Poems - Post by : henryk - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 694

The Hen-roost Man The Hen-roost Man

The Hen-roost Man
De Hen-roost Man he'll preach about Paul, An' James an' John, an' Herod, an' all, But nuver a word about Peter, oh, no! He's afeard he'll hear dat rooster crow. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Hen-Roost Man... Poems - Post by : marcusfoo - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 3383