<h2><SPAN name="LITTLE_ORPHANT_ANNIE" id="LITTLE_ORPHANT_ANNIE"></SPAN>LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE</h2>
<h3>BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY</h3>
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<span class="i0">Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' wash the cups and saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Ef you<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Don't<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Watch<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Out!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Onc't there was a little boy wouldn't say his pray'rs—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">His mammy heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_445" id="Page_445"></SPAN></span>
<span class="i0">But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' the Gobble-uns'll git you<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Ef you<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Don't<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Watch<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Out!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' onc't when they was "company," an' ole folks was there,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' the Gobble-uns'll git you<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Ef you<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Don't<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Watch<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Out!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' the lampwick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers fond and dear,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Er the Gobble-uns'll git you<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Ef you<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Don't<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Watch<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Out!<br/></span>
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