Little Millie’s Declamation.
See my pretty ruffled dress!
See my tienty locket!
’Spects I’m most a lady now,
’Cause I got a pocket.
Those down here are my blue shoes,
That I walk my feet in;
’Cause it wouldn’t do to wear
Copper toes to meetin’.
See my pictured hankerfust
Sunday days I has it!
I can blow a noise in church
Most like papa does it.
Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,
And they keep a prancin’;
Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—
They don’t know they’re dancin’.
Grandpa used to go with us—
Now he’s gone to heaven;
Guess he’s at the angel church,
Up where God is livin’.
I don’t take no cakes along—
Never thing of eatin’;
Don’t you want a nice clean kiss
’Fore we go to meetin’.