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 CCTB2TB2CMRT| Some 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 |
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