A Session With Uncle Sidney - I - One Of His Animal Stories Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABACADEBFG HAICJKLMNOBAPQCABRNS TGAUVVWXSQY APZAABA2BB2AC2AD2E2H AAAF2FG2H2I2J2UK2A BUL2M2AAN2O2IABP2Q2P 2AHABR2S2AT2U2V2NW2B X2Y2BE2BBABE2Z2A A3B3GVAC3ZBAD3Now Tudens you sit on this knee and 'scuse | A |
It having no side saddle on and Jeems | A |
You sit on this and don't you wobble so | A |
And chug my old shins with your coppertoes | A |
And all the rest of you range round someway | B |
Ride on the rockers and hang to the arms | A |
Of our old time splint bottom carryall | C |
Do anything but squabble for a place | A |
Or push or shove or scrouge or breathe out loud | D |
Or chew wet or knead taffy in my beard | E |
Do anything almost act anyway | B |
Only keep still so I can hear myself | F |
Trying to tell you just one story more | G |
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One winter afternoon my father with | H |
A whistle to our dog a shout to us | A |
His two boys six and eight years old we were | I |
Started off to the woods a half a mile | C |
From home where he was chopping wood We raced | J |
We slipped and slid reaching at last the north | K |
Side of Tharp's corn field There we struck what seemed | L |
To be a coon track so we all agreed | M |
And father who was not a hunter to | N |
Our glad surprise proposed we follow it | O |
The snow was quite five inches deep and we | B |
Keen on the trail were soon far in the woods | A |
Our old dog Ring ran nosing the fresh track | P |
With whimpering delight far on ahead | Q |
After following the trail more than a mile | C |
To northward through the thickest winter woods | A |
We boys had ever seen all suddenly | B |
He seemed to strike another trail and then | R |
Our joyful attention was drawn to | N |
Old Ring leaping to this side then to that | S |
Of a big hollow old oak tree which had | T |
Been blown down by a storm some years before | G |
There all at once out leapt a lean old fox | A |
From the black hollow of a big bent limb | U |
Hey how he scudded but with our old Ring | V |
Sharp after him and father after Ring | V |
We after father near as we could hold | W |
And father noticed that the fox kept just | X |
About four feet ahead of Ring just that | S |
No farther and no nearer Then he said | Q |
There are young foxes in that tree back there | Y |
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And the mother fox is drawing 'Ring' and us | A |
Away from their nest there Oh le' 's go back | P |
Do le' 's go back we little vandals cried | Z |
Le' 's go back quick and find the little things | A |
Please father Yes and take 'em home for pets | A |
'Cause 'Ring' he'll kill the old fox anyway | B |
So father turned at last and back we went | A2 |
And father chopped a hole in the old tree | B |
About ten feet below the limb from which | B2 |
The old fox ran and Bless their little lives | A |
There in the hollow of the old tree trunk | C2 |
There on a bed of warm dry leaves and moss | A |
There snug as any bug in any rug | D2 |
We found one two three four and yes sir five | E2 |
Wee weenty teenty baby foxes with | H |
Their eyes just barely opened Cute my oh | A |
The cutest the most cunning little things | A |
Two boys ever saw in all their lives | A |
Raw weather for the little fellows now | F2 |
Said father as though talking to himself | F |
Raw weather and no home now And off came | G2 |
His warm old waumus and in that he wrapped | H2 |
The helpless little animals and held | I2 |
Them soft and warm against him as he could | J2 |
And home we happy children followed him | U |
Old Ring did not reach home till nearly dusk | K2 |
The mother fox had led him a long chase | A |
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Yes and a fool's chase too he seemed to say | B |
And looked ashamed to hear us praising him | U |
But mother well we could not understand | L2 |
Her acting as she did and we so pleased | M2 |
I can see yet the look of pained surprise | A |
And deep compassion of her troubled face | A |
When father very gently laid his coat | N2 |
With the young foxes in it on the hearth | O2 |
Beside her as she brightened up the fire | I |
She urged for the old fox's sake and theirs | A |
That they be taken back to the old tree | B |
But father for our wistful sakes no doubt | P2 |
Said we would keep them and would try our best | Q2 |
To raise them And at once he set about | P2 |
Building a snug home for the little things | A |
Out of an old big bushel basket with | H |
Its fractured handle and its stoven ribs | A |
So lining and padding this all cosily | B |
He snuggled in its little tenants and | R2 |
Called in John Wesley Thomas our hired man | S2 |
And gave him in full charge with much advice | A |
Regarding the just care and sustenance of | T2 |
Young foxes John he said you feed 'em milk | U2 |
Warm milk John Wesley Yes and keep 'em by | V2 |
The stove and keep your stove a roarin' too | N |
Both night and day And keep 'em covered up | W2 |
Not smothered John but snug and comfortable | B |
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And now John Wesley Thomas first and last | X2 |
You feed 'em milk fresh milk and always warm | Y2 |
Say five or six or seven times a day | B |
Of course we'll grade that by the way they thrive | E2 |
But for all sanguine hope and care as well | B |
The little fellows did not thrive at all | B |
Indeed with all our care and vigilance | A |
By the third day of their captivity | B |
The last survivor of the fated five | E2 |
Squeaked like some battered little rubber toy | Z2 |
Just clean worn out And that's just what it was | A |
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And nights the cry of the mother fox for her young | A3 |
Was heard with awe for long weeks afterward | B3 |
And we boys every night would go to the door | G |
And peering out in the darkness listening | V |
Could hear the poor fox in the black bleak woods | A |
Still calling for her little ones in vain | C3 |
As all mutely we returned to the warm fireside | Z |
Mother would say How would you like for me | B |
To be out there this dark night in the cold woods | A |
Calling for my children | D3 |
James Whitcomb Riley
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