Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEEFFGG HIHIAAJJEEGG AAAAKKLLMAGG NENEAAAALJG| Lawzy don't I rickollect | A |
| That 'air old swing in the lane | B |
| Right and proper I expect | A |
| Old times can't come back again | C |
| But I want to state ef they | D |
| Could come back and I could say | D |
| What my pick 'ud be i jing | E |
| I'd say Gimme the old swing | E |
| 'Nunder the old locus' trees | F |
| On the old place ef you please | F |
| Danglin' there with half shet eye | G |
| Waitin' fer the cat to die | G |
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| I'd say Gimme the old gang | H |
| Of barefooted hungry lean | I |
| Ornry boys you want to hang | H |
| When you're growed up twic't as mean | I |
| The old gyarden patch the old | A |
| Truants and the stuff we stol'd | A |
| The old stompin' groun' where we | J |
| Wore the grass off wild and free | J |
| As the swoop of the old swing | E |
| Where we ust to climb and cling | E |
| And twist roun' and fight and lie | G |
| Waitin' fer the cat to die | G |
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| 'Pears like I 'most allus could | A |
| Swing the highest of the crowd | A |
| Jes sail up there tel I stood | A |
| Downside up and screech out loud | A |
| Ketch my breath and jes drap back | K |
| Fer to let the old swing slack | K |
| Yit my tow head dippin' still | L |
| In the green boughs and the chill | L |
| Up my backbone taperin' down | M |
| With my shadder on the ground' | A |
| Slow and slower trailin' by | G |
| Waitin' fer the cat to die | G |
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| Now my daughter's little Jane's | N |
| Got a kind o' baby swing | E |
| On the porch so's when it rains | N |
| She kin play there little thing | E |
| And I'd limped out t'other day | A |
| With my old cheer this a way | A |
| Swingin' her and rockin' too | A |
| Thinkin' how I ust to do | A |
| At her age when suddently | L |
| 'Hey Gran'pap ' she says to me | J |
| 'Why you rock so slow ' Says I | G |
| 'Waitin' fer the cat to die ' | - |
James Whitcomb Riley
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