A DEFECTIVE SANTA CLAUS
Pa’s b’en a-keepin’ ’cause they gotThe premium at the Fair. An’ whatYou think?—He rake a grea’-big holeIn the hot ashes, an’ he rollThem old big ’taters in the placeAn’ rake the coals back—an’ his faceIst swettin’ so’s he purt’-nigh swear’Cause it’s so hot! An’ when they’re there’Bout time ’at we fergit ’em, heIst rake ’em out again—an’ gee!—He bu’st ’em with his fist wite onA’ old stove-led, while Etty's gone
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