Dot Leedle Boy.

Ot's a leedle Christmas story             Dot I told der leedle folks -         Und I vant you stop dot laughin'             Und grackin' funny jokes' -         So-help me Peter-Moses!             Ot's no time for monkeyshine',         Ober I vas told you somedings             Of dot leedle boy of mine!         Ot vas von cold Vinter vedder,             Ven der snow vas all about -         Dot you have to chop der hatchet             Eef you got der saur kraut!         Und der cheekens on der hind-leg             Vas standin' in der shine         Der sun shmile out dot morning             On dot leedle boy of mine.         He vas yoost a leedle baby             Not bigger as a doll         Dot time I got acquaintet -             Ach! you ought to heard 'im squall! -         I grackys! dot's der moosic             Ot make me feel so fine         Ven first I vas been marriet -             Oh, dot leedle boy of mine!         He look' yoost like his fader! -             So, ven der vimmen said         "Vot a purty leedle baby!"             Katrina shake der head.         I dink she must a-notice             Dot der baby vas a-gryin',         Und she cover up der blankets             Of dot leedle boy of mine.         Vel, ven he vas got bigger,             Dot he grawl und bump his nose,         Und make der table over,             Und molasses on his glothes -         Dot make 'im all der sveeter, -             So I say to my Katrine         "Better you vas quit a-shpankin'             Dot leedle boy of mine!"         I vish you could a-seen id -             Ven he glimb up on der chair         Und shmash der lookin' glasses             Ven he try to comb his hair         Mit a hammer! - Und Katrina             Say "Dot's an ugly sign!"         But I laugh und vink my fingers             At dot leedle boy of mine.         But vonce, dot Vinter morning,             He shlip out in der snow         Mitout no stockin's on 'im. -             He say he "vant to go         Und fly some mit der birdies!"             Und ve give 'im medi-cine         Ven he catch der "parrygoric" -             Dot leedle boy of mine!         Und so I set und nurse 'im,             Vile der Christmas vas come roun',         Und I told 'im 'bout "Kriss Kringle,"             How he come der chimbly down:         Und I ask 'im eef he love 'im             Eef he bring 'im someding fine?         "Nicht besser as mein fader,"             Say dot leedle boy of mine. -         Und he put his arms aroun' me             Und hug so close und tight,         I hear der gclock a-tickin'             All der balance of der night! . . .         Someding make me feel so funny             Ven I say to my Katrine         "Let us go und fill der stockin's          Of dot leedle boy of mine."         Veil. - Ve buyed a leedle horses             Dot you pull 'im mit a shtring,         Und a leedle fancy jay-bird -             Eef you vant to hear 'im sing         You took 'im by der top-knot             Und yoost blow in behine -         Und dot make much spectakel -             For dot leedle boy of mine!         Und gandles, nuts and raizens -             Unt I buy a leedle drum         Dot I vant to hear 'im rattle             Ven der Gristmas morning come!         Und a leedle shmall tin rooster             Dot vould crow so loud und fine         Ven he sqveeze 'im in der morning,             Dot leedle boy of mine!         Und - vile ve vas a-fixin' -             Dot leedle boy vake out!         I fought he been a-dreamin'             "Kriss Kringle" vas about, -         For he say - "Dot's him! - I see 'im             Mit der shtars dot make der shine!"         Und he yoost keep on a-gryin' -             Dot leedle boy of mine, -         Und gottin' vorse und vorser -         Und tumble on der bed!         So - ven der doctor seen id,         He kindo' shake his head,         Und feel his pulse - und visper         "Der boy is a-dyin'."         You dink I could believe id? -         Dot leedle boy of mine?         I told you, friends - dot's someding,         Der last time dot he speak         Und say "Goot-bye, Kriss Kringle!"          - Dot make me feel so veak         I yoost kneel down und drimble,         Und bur-sed out a-gryin'         "Mein Goit, mein Gott im Himmel! -         Dot leedle boy, of mine!"         *            *            *            *            *         Der sun don't shine dot Gristmas!         . . . Eef dot leedle boy vould liff'd -         No deefer-en'! for Heaven vas         His leedle Gristmas-gift! . . .         Und der rooster, und der gandy,         Und me - und my Katrine -         Und der jay-bird - is a-vaiting         For dot leedle boy of mine.