Riley Child-Rhymes with Hoosier Pictures

The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me

49 UNClE Sidney, when he wuz here, maked me a squirtgun out o’ some Elder-bushes ’at growed out near Where wuz the brickyard—’way out clear to where the toll-gate come! So when we walked back home again, he maked it, out in our woodhouse where Wuz the old workbench, an’ the old jack-plane, An’ the old ’pokeshave, an’ the tools all lay’n’ ist like he wants ’em there. he sawed it first with the old hand-saw; An’ nen he peeled off the bark, an’ got Some glass an’ scraped it; an’ told ’bout Pa, When he wuz a boy an’ fooled his ma, An’ the whippin’ ’at he caught. 50 the squirtgun uncle maked me Nen Uncle Sidney, he took an’ filed A’ old arn ramrod; an’ one o’ the ends he screwed fast into the vise; an’ smiled, Thinkin’, he said, o’ when he wuz a child, ’Fore him an’ Pa wuz mens. he punched out the peth, an’ nen he put A plug in the end with a hole notched through; Nen took the old drawey-knife an’ cut An’ maked a handle ’at shoved clean shut but ist where yer hand held to. An’ he wropt th’uther end with some string an’ white Piece o’ the sleeve of a’ old tored shirt; An’ nen he showed me to hold it tight, An’ suck in the water an’ work it right An’ it ’ud ist squirt an’ squirt! olD tramp slep’ in our stable wunst, An’ The Raggedy man he caught An’ roust him up, an’ chased him off Clean out through our back lot! An’ th’ old tramp hollered back an’ said,— “you’re a purty man!—you air!— With a pair o’ eyes like two fried eggs, An’ a nose like a bartlutt pear!” ...