A DEFECTIVE SANTA CLAUS
Where Ma she wuz-a-cookin’ there
An’ kitchen, too, an’ ever’where!
An’ Uncle say, “’At’s ist the way
Yer Ma’s b’en workin', night an’ day,
Sense she hain’t big as Etty is
Er Lee-Bob in that chair o’ his!”
Nen Ma she’d laugh ’t what Uncle said,
An’ smack an’ smoove his old bald head
An’ say “Clear out the way till I
Can keep that pot from b’ilin’ dry!”
Nen Uncle, when she’s gone back to
The kitchen, says, “We ust to do
An’ kitchen, too, an’ ever’where!
An’ Uncle say, “’At’s ist the way
Yer Ma’s b’en workin', night an’ day,
Sense she hain’t big as Etty is
Er Lee-Bob in that chair o’ his!”
Nen Ma she’d laugh ’t what Uncle said,
An’ smack an’ smoove his old bald head
An’ say “Clear out the way till I
Can keep that pot from b’ilin’ dry!”
Nen Uncle, when she’s gone back to
The kitchen, says, “We ust to do
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