She kept him aftur skool when awl the burds Were singen swetely in the woods an wurds Kood not deskribe his sufferens. the air Was full uv blossums an the urth was fare Ecksept to himm. becaws he did not no His jogafy she wood not let him go An when he hurd us cloas the dore the teers Rolld down his cheeks an he livd menny yeers In just a singul owr. it was like sum Old torchure ur sum krewel marturdum.
How kood he study when he noo that we Were goen gayly homewurd glad an free Wile he was kept a prizzuner becaws He did not no ware venna zweela was. An when he thot uv how weere ap too go In swimmen aftur skool his greef an wo Was almoast moar than he kood bare an yet She sturnly kept him thare an wood not let Him leev his seet altho he felt he must An so she bowd his spearut in the dust.
An aftur wile when its too late to play She lookt at him in sutch a skornful way Az tho he was a krimminle an sed He mite go home. his proud and hotty hed Was bent with greef and he went slowly owt The skoolroom dore and then lookt awl abowt Az tho releest from prizzen an the brand Uv sin on him was moar than he kood stand. An he went sloly homewurd bowd with shaim O liburtey the krimes dun in thi naim.
Dear Lord, excuse Jim Banks and me For hitting Aunty Griggs when we Threw snowballs at the cat, because We did not know where Aunty was!
Jim Banks and me are sorry, Lord, For, drawing Teacher on the board, And after what we got, we do Not need more punishment from you!
Excuse Jim Banks especially, Because his mother’s dead and he Just heard of you the other day And is too bashful yet to pray!
But you would like him if you knew Jim Banks as well as we all do. And if you have some clothes to spare Remember him, for he’s quite bare!
He says old shoes will help him some, And some worn pants; and he will come Most any night, but where he stays He earns his keep by working days!
And if there is an angel there Who might like him and you can spare, Would you mind telling this to him And see what he can do for Jim?
And Jimmy’s hat is straw and old, You know the weather’s pretty cold, And Jimmy’s ears stick out into The weather, and his nose gets blue!
Dear Lord, please do the very best You can for him! I’ve got a vest And sweater on the closet shelf That I am going to give myself!