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SMUT The old cat knows who is her friends, who loves her and her kittens, but In spite of that us loves her so us couldn't do a thing for Smut! Smut was her little baby cat, the black one; Sister named her that, An' yesterday her was so sick, an' the ol’ grievin' mother-cat Fetched her in from the barn an' laid her down by us right on the floor, An' looked up in our face an' cried, and us ain't happy, not no more! Us couldn't do a thing for her, although us tried an' stopped our play, An' so us tooked her up an' tooked her back to her nest in the hay. An' then us went outdoors to swing, an' by-an'-by us most fordot, An' Sister swinged me way up high, her swinged me up an awful lot, An' then us played at keepin' store an' sister girl her was the man An' us keeped grass for breakfast food an' keeped some sugar in a can, An' pennies was blue violets, an' nickels was rose leaves all red, An' us dess had the goodest time! an' mamma brought some sugar-bread Out to us where our store was at, an' us was dess as happy-but Us heard a mewin' at our's feet, an' there was that ol' cat with Smut! Dess laid her down right by our's feet an' looked up at us such away Us didn't like our's sugar-bread, us didn't want to swing or play! Us wanted dess to make Smut well-poor little Smut! Us loved her so! But usses ain't no doctors an' us couldn't help poor Smut, an' so Us asted daddy when him corned to get the doctor for us quick; For usses felt so awful bad because poor little Smut was sick! An' daddy, him said: "That's too bad!" An' him corned out where Smut was at, But him said that no doctor man could doctor such a little cat. An' so us put Smut back again, back in the nest out In the hay, But Smut's o1' mamma bringed her back dess every- where us tried to play, An' us would take her back again, an' the o1' cat would cry an' cry, Then after that come supper time, an' after supper by-an'-by Us had to say I-lay-me-down, an' mamma tucked us into bed, An' in the mornin' when us woked us heard that little Smut was dead! An' usses are glad cats ain't got nine lives like folks say of a cat, For it would break our's hearts if Smut would have to die nine times like that.
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