Clumb up a tree
To see
What he could see,
When presentlee
Uncle Jim
Clumb up beside of him
And squatted down by he.




THE LITTLE MOCK-MAN

BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY


The Little Mock-man on the Stairs--
He mocks the lady's horse 'at rares
At bi-sickles an' things,--
He mocks the mens 'at rides 'em, too;
An' mocks the Movers, drivin' through,
An' hollers "Here's the way _you_ do
With them-air hitchin'-strings!"
"Ho! ho!" he'll say,
Ole Settlers' Day,
When they're all jogglin' by,--
"You look like _this_,"
He'll say, an' twis'
His mouth an' squint his eye
An' 'tend like _he_ wuz beat the bass