|Butterflies in Baltimore by Suzanne Coley|
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
An does most things 'at boys can't do,
He clumbed clean up in our big tree
An' shooked a' apple down for me
An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann-
An' 'nother 'n', too fer Raggedy Man,
Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
~ excerpt from The Raggedy Man by James Whitcomb Riley
The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb Riley, 1898, p 46-47
I love James Whitcomb Riley's poetry, especially the way he captures the innocence of childhood and American dialect.