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POEMS OF RURAL LIFE.
A twoadstool! Pwoison! Augh.”
“What’s that, a mouse?”
“O no,
Teäke ceäre, why ’tis a shrow.”
“Be sure dont let en come
An’ run athirt your shoe
He’ll meäke your voot so numb
That you wont veel a tooe.”[1]
“Oh! what wer that so loud
A-rumblèn?” “Why a clap
O’ thunder. Here’s a cloud
O’ raïn. I veel a drap.”
“A thunderstorm. Do raïn.
Run hwome wi’ might an’ main.”
“Hee! hee! oh! there’s a drop
A-trïckled down my back. Hee! hee!”
“My head’s as wet’s a mop.”
“Oh! thunder,” “there’s a crack. Oh! Oh!”
“Oh! I’ve a-got the stitch, Oh!”
“Oh! I’ve a-lost my shoe, Oh!”
“There’s Fanny into ditch, Oh!”
“I’m wet all drough an’ drough. Oh!”
- ↑ The folklore is, that if a shrew-mouse run over a person’s foot, it will lame him.
