An Impromptu Fairy-Tale

When I wuz ist a little bit          o' weenty-teenty kid      I maked up a Fairy-tale,          all by myse'f, I did: -      I      Wunst upon a time wunst         They wuz a Fairy King,      An' ever'thing he have wuz gold - ,         His clo'es, an' ever'thing!      An' all the other Fairies         In his goldun Palace-hall      Had to hump an' hustle -         'Cause he wuz bosst of all!      II      He have a goldun trumput,         An' when he blow' on that,      It's a sign he want' his boots,         Er his coat er hat:      They's a sign fer ever'thing, -         An' all the Fairies knowed      Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin'         When the King blowed!      III      Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all:         "Saddle up yer bees -      Fireflies is gittin' fat         An' sassy as you please! -      Guess we'll go a-huntin'!"         So they hunt' a little bit,      Till the King blowed "Supper-time,"         Nen they all quit.      IV      Nen they have a Banqut         In the Palace-hall,      An' ist et! an' et! an' et!         Nen they have a Ball;      An' when the Queen o' Fairyland         Come p'omenadin' through,      The King says an' halts her, -         "Guess I'll marry you!"