The Stork brings a Present to Mother Rabbit
Ketchin' Rides
I'm awful fond of ketchin' rides.
I like those trucks where I kin stand
Without a-holdin' to the sides
(Er maybe holdin' with one hand).
Though teacher says it's not refined
To go a-ketchin' on behind.
I almost never walk to school.
So many wagons pass our place;
My fav'rite one he makes a rule
Of always leadin' me a chase,
An' then pertendin' he's too blind
To see me ketchin' on behind.
I've found there's just two kinds of men
What drives th' wagons in our town,
'Cause when I meet 'em, now an' then,
There's some that grab their whips or frown,
But some they nod an' never mind
When I am ketchin' on behind.
I guess when I am rich an' great
An' own a truck an' grocery cart,
I'll always drive 'em slow, or wait
So little chaps can get a start,—
An' have 'em built so boys kin find
A place for ketchin' on behind.
