Before Bedtime
The cat sleeps in a chimney jam With ashes in her fur, An' Tige, from on the yuther side, He keeps his eye on her. The jar o' curds is on the hearth, An' I'm the one to turn it. I'll crawl in bed an' go to sleep When maw begins to churn it. Paw bends to read his almanax An' study out the weather, An' bud has got a gourd o' grease To ile his harness leather. Sis looks an' looks into the fire, Half-squintin' through her lashes, An' I jis watch my tater where It shoots smoke through the ashes.
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"The cat sleeps in a chimney jam..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Charles McNeill delivers a powerful performance in "Before Bedtime"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...