Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees.
An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play In Aunty's room, while she 'uz away; An' I clumbed up in her cushion-chair An' ist peeked out o' the winder there; An' there I saw -- wite out in the trees -- Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!
An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Would bow an' bow, with the leaves in the breeze, An' waggle his whiskers an' raggledy hair, An' bow to me in the winder there!
An' I 'd peek out, an' he'd peek in An' waggle his whiskers an' bow ag'in, Ist like the leaves'u'd wave in the breeze -- Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!
An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze, Seem-like, says to me: "See my bees A-bringin' my dinner? An' see my cup O' locus'-blossoms they've plum' filled up?"
An' "_Um-yum, honey! _" wuz last he said, An' waggled his whiskers an' bowed his head; An' I yells, "Gimme some, won't you, please, Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze? "
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