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An’ inunder there’s a grea’
Big clod, they is–a awful grea’ big clod!
An’ nen he says, “Roll this-here clod away!”
An’ so I roll’ the clod away. An’ nen
It’s all wet, where the dew’z inunder where
The old clod wuz,–an’ nen the Fairy he
Git on the wet-place: Nen he say to me
“Git on the wet-place, too!” An’ nen he say,
“Now hold yer breff an’ shet yer eyes!” he says,
“Tel I say Squinchy-winchy!” Nen he say–
Somepin in Dutch, I guess.–An’ nen I felt
Like we ‘uz sinkin’ down–an’ sinkin’ down!–
Tel purty soon the little Fairy weach
An’ pinch my nose an’ yell at me an’ say,
“Squinchy-winchy! Look wherever you please!”
Nen when I looked–Oh! they ‘uz purtyest place
Down there you ever saw in all the World!–
They ‘uz ist flowers an’ woses–yes, an’ twees
Wiv blossoms on an’ big ripe apples boff!
An’ butterflies, they wuz–an’ hummin’-birds–
An’ yellowbirds an’ bluebirds–yes, an’ red!—
An’ ever’wheres an’ all awound ‘uz vines
Wiv ripe p’serve-pears on ’em!–Yes, an’ all
An’ ever’thing ‘at’s ever gwowin’ in
A garden–er canned up–all ripe at wunst!–
It wuz ist like a garden–only it
‘Uz little tit o’ garden–’bout big wound
As ist our twun’el-bed is.–An’ all wound
An’ wound the little garden’s a gold fence–
An’ little gold gate, too–an’ ash-hopper
‘At’s all gold, too–an’ ist full o’ gold ashes!
An’ wite in th’ middle o’ the garden wuz
A little gold house, ‘at’s ist ’bout as big
As ist a bird-cage is: An’ in the house
They ‘uz whole-lots more Fairies there–’cause I
Picked up the little house, an ‘peeked in at
The winders, an’ I see ’em all in there
Ist buggin‘ wound! An’ Mr. Squidjicum
He twy to make me quit, but I gwab him,
An’ poke him down the chimbly, too, I did!–
An’ y’ort to see him hop out ‘mongst ’em there!
Ist like he ‘uz the boss an’ ist got back!–
“Hain’t ye got on them-air dew-dumplin’s yet?”
He says.

An’ they says no.

An’ nen he says
“Better git at ’em nen!” he says, “wite quick–
‘Cause old Miss Hoodjicum’s a-comin’!”

Nen
They all set wound a little gold tub–an’
All ‘menced a-peelin’ dewdwops, ist like they
‘Uz peaches.–An’, it looked so funny, I
Ist laugh’ out loud, an’ dwopped the little house,–
An’ ‘t busted like a soap-bubble!–An’t skeered
Me so, I–I–I–I,–it skeered me so,
I–ist waked up.–No! I ain’t ben asleep
An’ dream it all, like you think,–but it’s shore
Fer-certain fact an’ cwoss my heart it is!