You, Alexander Rafferty!
You's Mammy's little scum!
Ain't gone ter sleep-jes' lyin dar
Er-suckin' on yo' thum'!
Yo' Mammy's got yo' dinner cooked,
An yo sha'n't hab er crum',
Fur jes' es soon's my back is turn't
You 'gins ter suck yo' thum'.
Whut make you hongry all de time?
Can't wait 'tel Mammy come,
But has ter double up yo' fis'
An' suck on dat ar thum'!
You, open up yo' mouf-leggo-
No use ter look so grum!
Jes' look er dar how shriveled up
You's got yo' little thum'!
An' bress my Soul! I sees er toof
Er-peepin' thoo yo' gum-
Er Angel mus' er brung hit whiles'
You's tuggin on yo' thum'
Dar-now-don't cry-jes' take yo' res'-
You's Mammy's sugah plum;
'Peahs lak dat you can't go ter sleep
'Dout suckin' on yo' thum'.
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