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The Runaway Boy

By James Whitcomb Riley

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Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he     Won't stand that, an' punished me, -     Nen when he was gone that day,     I slipped out an' runned away.     I tooked all my copper-cents,     An' clumbed over our back fence     In the jimpson-weeds 'at growed     Ever'where all down the road.     Nen I got out there, an' nen     I runned some - an' runned again     When I met a man 'at led     A big cow 'at shooked her head.     I went down a long, long lane     Where was little pigs a-play'n';     An' a grea'-big pig went "Booh!"     An' jumped up, an' skeered me too.     Nen I scampered past, an' they     Was somebody hollered "Hey!"     An' I ist looked ever'where,     An' they was nobody there.     I Want to, but I'm 'fraid to try     To go back.... An' by-an'-by     Somepin' hurts my throat inside -     An' I want my Ma - an' cried.     Nen a grea'-big girl come through     Where's a gate, an' telled me who     Am I? an' ef I tell where     My home's at she'll show me there.     But I couldn't ist but tell     What's my name; an' she says well,     An' she tooked me up an' says     She know where I live, she guess.     Nen she telled me hug wite close     Round her neck! - an' off she goes     Skippin' up the street! An' nen     Purty soon I'm home again.     An' my Ma, when she kissed me,     Kissed the big girl too, an' she     Kissed me - ef I p'omise shore     I won't run away no more!

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James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) was an American poet known as the "Hoosier Poet." His dialect poems—including "Little Orphant Annie" and "When the Frost Is on the Punkin"—celebrate rural Indiana life and childhood nostalgia.

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