The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VI. (of X.) 7Part 2 · Chapter 1
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Literature · Humor
The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VI. (of X.) 7
Part 2 · Chapter 1
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Oh, if you only knowed how much I like
To stand here, when the "old man" ain't around,
And watch your soft, white fingers while you pound
Away at them there keys! Each time you strike
It almost seems to me as though you'd found
So me way, while writin' letters, how to play
Sweet music on that thing, because the sound
Is something I could listen to all day.
You're twenty-five or six, and I'm fourteen,
And you don't hardly ever notice me--
But when you do, you call me Willie! Gee,
I wisht I'd bundles of the old long green
And could be twenty-eight or nine or so,
And something happened to your other beau.
Spotted a mistake or have an idea?
Literature · Humor
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