Name's Bobby Wilkins; I'm a-goin' on six years old;
Aunt Polly says 'at I'm a-gettin' purty pert 'n bold;
She 'aint er might uv use fer boys 'at's jest er-bout my size;
If Tabby'n me hev eny fun her "angry pashuns rise," 'n
When I try ter make some sparks fly out uv Tabby's tail
Aunt Polly says, "Bad boys like you are sometimes put in jail;"
But I don't mind her not a bit, an' make jest lots uv noise,
An' nen she looks so cross an' sez, "Deliver me frum _boys_."