Bud's Fairy-tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFHGGIBBJCCICK LMNG ICOGPQGCCRCGSRQTTUC NAC GVW TXGTY GZGA2GXB2CCCCB2B2 C2B2B2CB2CBTCID2B2IC B2B2CCPTC TT TB2 TB2B2CDB2T TB2BTTB2DTR TTB2B2 TB2CCTCT B2LB2B2TCPB2TRCTB CB2TB2TE2B2B2CF2B2TI TCB2B2TB2CTB2IB2B2TB 2T TCB2RTE2E2TCIRT RB2TCRIITTTB2CG2TTTB 2TBTB2TJCB2B2B2B2TRT TE2TB2B2RIIB2RE2B2T C TE2C CCTB2TB2CMRTSome peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies now | A |
No more yet But they is I bet 'Cause ef | B |
They wuzn't Fairies nen I' like to know | C |
Who'd w'ite 'bout Fairies in the books an' tell | D |
What Fairies does an' how their picture looks | E |
An' all an' ever'thing W'y ef they don't | F |
Be Fairies anymore nen little boys | G |
'U'd ist sleep when they go to sleep an' wont | F |
Have ist no dweams at all 'Cause Fairies good | H |
Fairies they're a purpose to make dweams | G |
But they is Fairies an' I know they is | G |
'Cause one time wunst when its all Summertime | I |
An' don't haf to be no fires in the stove | B |
Er fireplace to keep warm wiv ner don't haf | B |
To wear old scwatchy flannen shirts at all | J |
An' aint no fweeze ner cold ner snow An' an' | C |
Old skweeky twees got all the gween leaves on | C |
An' ist keeps noddin' noddin' all the time | I |
Like they 'uz lazy an' a twyin' to go | C |
To sleep an' couldn't 'cause the wind won't quit | K |
A blowin' in 'em an' the birds won't stop | L |
A singin' so's they kin But twees don't sleep | M |
I guess But little boys sleeps an' dweams too | N |
An' that's a sign they's Fairies | G |
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So one time | I |
When I ben playin' Store wunst over in | C |
The shed of their old stable an' Ed Howard | O |
He maked me quit a bein' pardners 'cause | G |
I dwinked the 'tend like sody water up | P |
An' et the shore nuff cwackers W'y nen I | Q |
Clumbed over in our garden where the gwapes | G |
Wuz purt' nigh ripe An' I wuz ist a layin' | C |
There on th' old cwooked seat 'at Pa maked in | C |
Our arber an' so I 'uz layin' there | R |
A whittlin' beets wiv my new dog knife an' | C |
A lookin' wite up through the twimbly leaves | G |
An' wuzn't 'sleep at all An' sir first thing | S |
You know a little Fairy hopped out there | R |
A leetle teenty Fairy hope may die | Q |
An' he look' down at me he did An' he | T |
Ain't bigger'n a yellerbird an' he | T |
Say Howdy do he did an' I could hear | U |
Him ist as plain | C |
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Nen I say Howdy do | N |
An' he say I'm all hunkey Nibsey how | A |
Is your folks comin' on | C |
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An' nen I say | G |
My name ain't 'Nibsey ' neever my name's Bud | V |
An' what's your name I says to him | W |
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An'he | T |
Ist laugh an' say 'Bud's' awful funny name | X |
An' he ist laid back on a big bunch o' gwapes | G |
An' laugh' an' laugh' he did like somebody | T |
'Uz tick el un his feet | Y |
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An' nen I say | G |
What's your name nen I say afore you bust | Z |
Yo' se'f a laughin' 'bout my name I says | G |
An' nen he dwy up laughin' kindo' mad | A2 |
An' say W'y my name's Squidjicum he says | G |
An' nen I laugh an' say Gee what a name | X |
An' when I make fun of his name like that | B2 |
He ist git awful mad an' spunky an' | C |
'Fore you know he ist gwabbed holt of a vine | C |
A big long vine 'at's danglin' up there an' | C |
He ist helt on wite tight to that an' down | C |
He swung quick past my face he did an' ist | B2 |
Kicked at me hard's he could | B2 |
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But I'm too quick | C2 |
Fer Mr Squidjicum I ist weached out | B2 |
An' ketched him in my hand an' helt him too | B2 |
An' squeezed him ist like little wobins when | C |
They can't fly yet an' git flopped out their nest | B2 |
An' nen I turn him all wound over an' | C |
Look at him clos't you know wite clos't 'cause ef | B |
He is a Fairy w'y I want to see | T |
The wings he's got But he's dwessed up so fine | C |
'At I can't see no wings An' all the time | I |
He's twyin' to kick me yet An' so I take | D2 |
F'esh holts an' squeeze agin an' harder too | B2 |
An' I says Hold up Mr Squidjicum | I |
You're kickin' the w'ong man I says an' nen | C |
I ist squeeze' him purt' nigh my best I did | B2 |
An' I heerd somepin' bust An' nen he cwied | B2 |
An' says You better look out what you're doin' | C |
You' bust' my spiderweb suspen'ners an' | C |
You' got my woseleaf coat all cwinkled up | P |
So's I can't go to old Miss Hoodjicum's | T |
Tea party 's'afternoon | C |
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An' nen I says | T |
Who's 'old Miss Hoodjicum' I says | T |
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An'he | T |
Says Ef you lemme loose I'll tell you | B2 |
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So | T |
I helt the little skeezics 'way fur out | B2 |
In one hand so's he can't jump down t' th' ground | B2 |
Wivout a gittin' all stove up an' nen | C |
I says You're loose now Go ahead an' tell | D |
'Bout the 'tea party' where you're goin' at | B2 |
So awful fast I says | T |
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An' nen he say | T |
No use to tell you 'bout it 'cause you won't | B2 |
Believe it 'less you go there your own se'f | B |
An' see it wiv your own two eyes he says | T |
An' he says Ef you lemme shore nuff loose | T |
An' p'omise 'at you'll keep wite still an' won't | B2 |
Tetch nothin' 'at you see an' never tell | D |
Nobody in the world an' lemme loose | T |
W'y nen I'll take you there | R |
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But I says Yes | T |
An' ef I let you loose you'll run I says | T |
An' he says No I won't I hope may die | B2 |
Nen I says Cwoss your heart you won't | B2 |
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An'he | T |
Ist cwoss his heart an' nen I weach an' set | B2 |
The little feller up on a long vine | C |
An' he 'uz so tickled to git loose agin | C |
He gwab' the vine wiv boff his little hands | T |
An' ist take an' turn in he did an' skin | C |
'Bout forty 'leven cats | T |
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Nen when he git | B2 |
Through whirlin' wound the vine an' set on top | L |
Of it agin w'y nen his woseleaf coat | B2 |
He bwag so much about it's ist all tored | B2 |
Up an' ist hangin' strips an' rags so he | T |
Look like his Pa's a dwunkard An' so nen | C |
When he see what he's done a actin' up | P |
So smart he's awful mad I guess an' ist | B2 |
Pout out his lips an' twis' his little face | T |
Ist ugly as he kin an' set an' tear | R |
His whole coat off an' sleeves an' all An' nen | C |
He wad it all togevver an' ist throw | T |
It at me ist as hard as he kin dwive | B |
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An' when I weach to ketch him an' 'uz goin' | C |
To give him 'nuvver squeezin' he ist flewed | B2 |
Clean up on top the arber 'Cause you know | T |
They wuz wings on him when he tored his coat | B2 |
Clean off they wuz wings under there But they | T |
Wuz purty wobbly like an' wouldn't work | E2 |
Hardly at all 'Cause purty soon when I | B2 |
Throwed clods at him an' sticks an' got him shooed | B2 |
Down off o' there he come a floppin' down | C |
An' lit k bang on our old chicken coop | F2 |
An' ist laid there a whimper'n' like a child | B2 |
An' I tiptoed up wite clos't an' I says What's | T |
The matter wiv ye Squidjicum | I |
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An'he | T |
Says Dog gone when my wings gits stwaight agin | C |
Where you all cwumpled 'em he says I bet | B2 |
I'll ist fly clean away an' won't take you | B2 |
To old Miss Hoodjicum's at all he says | T |
An' nen I ist weach out wite quick I did | B2 |
An' gwab the sassy little snipe agin | C |
Nen tooked my topstwing an' tie down his wings | T |
So's he can't fly 'less'n I want him to | B2 |
An' nen I says Now Mr Squidjicum | I |
You better ist light out I says to old | B2 |
Miss Hoodjicum's an' show me how to git | B2 |
There too I says er ef you don't I says | T |
I'll climb up wiv you on our buggy shed | B2 |
An' push you off I says | T |
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An nen he say | T |
All wight he'll show me there an' tell me nen | C |
To set him down wite easy on his feet | B2 |
An' loosen up the stwing a little where | R |
It cut him under th' arms An' nen he says | T |
Come on he says an' went a limpin' 'long | E2 |
The garden path an' limpin' 'long an' 'long | E2 |
Tel purty soon he come on 'long to where's | T |
A grea' big cabbage leaf An' he stoop down | C |
An' say Come on inunder here wiv me | I |
So I stoop down an' crawl inunder there | R |
Like he say | T |
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An' inunder there's a grea' | R |
Big clod they is a awful grea' big clod | B2 |
An' nen he says Roll this here clod away | T |
An' so I roll' the clod away An' nen | C |
It's all wet where the dew'z inunder where | R |
The old clod wuz an' nen the Fairy he | I |
Git on the wet place Nen he say to me | I |
Git on the wet place too An' nen he say | T |
Now hold yer breff an' shet yer eyes he says | T |
Tel I say Squinchy winchy Nen he say | T |
Somepin in Dutch I guess An' nen I felt | B2 |
Like we 'uz sinkin' down an' sinkin' down | C |
Tel purty soon the little Fairy weach | G2 |
An' pinch my nose an' yell at me an' say | T |
Squinchy winchy Look wherever you please | T |
Nen when I looked Oh they 'uz purtyest place | T |
Down there you ever saw in all the World | B2 |
They 'uz ist flowers an' woses yes an' twees | T |
Wiv blossoms on an' big ripe apples boff | B |
An' butterflies they wuz an' hummin' birds | T |
An' yellowbirds an' bluebirds yes an' red | B2 |
An' ever'wheres an' all awound 'uz vines | T |
Wiv ripe p'serve pears on 'em Yes an' all | J |
An' ever'thing 'at's ever gwowin' in | C |
A garden er canned up all ripe at wunst | B2 |
It wuz ist like a garden only it | B2 |
'Uz little tit o' garden 'bout big wound | B2 |
As ist our twun'el bed is An' all wound | B2 |
An' wound the little garden's a gold fence | T |
An' little gold gate too an' ash hopper | R |
'At's all gold too an' ist full o' gold ashes | T |
An' wite in th' middle o' the garden wuz | T |
A little gold house 'at's ist 'bout as big | E2 |
As ist a bird cage is An' in the house | T |
They 'uz whole lots more Fairies there 'cause I | B2 |
Picked up the little house an 'peeked in at | B2 |
The winders an' I see 'em all in there | R |
Ist buggin' wound An' Mr Squidjicum | I |
He twy to make me quit but I gwab him | I |
An' poke him down the chimbly too I did | B2 |
An' y'ort to see him hop out 'mongst 'em there | R |
Ist like he 'uz the boss an' ist got back | E2 |
Hain't ye got on them air dew dumplin's yet | B2 |
He says | T |
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An' they says no | C |
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An' nen he says | T |
Better git at 'em nen he says wite quick | E2 |
'Cause old Miss Hoodjicum's a comin' | C |
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Nen | C |
They all set wound a little gold tub an' | C |
All 'menced a peelin' dewdwops ist like they | T |
'Uz peaches An' it looked so funny I | B2 |
Ist laugh' out loud an' dwopped the little house | T |
An' 't busted like a soap bubble An't skeered | B2 |
Me so I I I I it skeered me so | C |
I ist waked up No I ain't ben asleep | M |
An' dream it all like you think but it's shore | R |
Fer certain fact an' cwoss my heart it is | T |
James Whitcomb Riley
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