Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze

Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze      Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees.      An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play      In Aunty's room, while she 'uz away;      An' I clumbed up in her cushion-chair      An' ist peeked out o' the winder there;      An' there I saw - wite out in the trees -      Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!      An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze      Would bow an' bow, with the leaves in the breeze,      An' waggle his whiskers an' raggledy hair,      An' bow to me in the winder there!      An' I 'd peek out, an' he'd peek in      An' waggle his whiskers an' bow ag'in,      Ist like the leaves'u'd wave in the breeze -      Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze!      An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze,      Seem-like, says to me: "See my bees      A-bringin' my dinner? An' see my cup      O' locus'-blossoms they've plum' filled up?"      An' "Um-yum, honey!" wuz last he said,      An' waggled his whiskers an' bowed his head;      An' I yells, "Gimme some, won't you, please,      Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze?"