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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390925" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jest 'fore christmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,<br>Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!<br>Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,<br>Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!<br>Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake -<br>Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!<br>'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me,<br>But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;<br>First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at!<br>Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide,<br>'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride!<br>But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross,<br>He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his hoss,<br>An' then I laff an' holler, &quot;Oh, ye never teched me!&quot;<br>But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,<br>I'll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,<br>As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle,<br>Where every prospeck pleases, an' only man is vile!<br>But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,<br>Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know<br>That Buff'lo Bill an' cow-boys is good enough for me!<br>Excep' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm good as I kin be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still,<br>His eyes they seem a-sayin': &quot;What's the matter, little Bill?&quot;<br>The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become<br>Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!<br>But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz,<br>That mother says to father: &quot;How improved our Willie is!&quot;<br>But father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me<br>When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys,<br>Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys;<br>So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's,<br>An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes;<br>Say &quot;Yessum&quot; to the ladies, an' &quot;Yessur&quot; to the men,<br>An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again;<br>But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree,<br>Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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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..."></div>
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