Frieda and Alma used to read this to me all the time as a child. Oh how i adored it when they read it to me. they were so animated when they did and used spooky voices to make it scarier. i just posted the picture of the spooky forest chandelier and that last line just popped in my head as I was looking at the images on the walls. I hadnt thought about that poem in years, but googled it and found it. It was written in 1885 by James Whitcomb Riley. Makes me smile to remember how they read it. Looking forward to reading it to my grandkids one day...... Little Orphant Annies come to our house to stay, An wash the cups an saucers up, an brush the crumbs away, An shoo the chickens off the porch, an dust the hearth, an sweep, An make the fire, an bake the bread, an earn her board-an-keep; An all us other children, when the supper-things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an has the mostest fun A-listnin to the witch-tales at Annie tells about, An the Gobble-uns at gits you Ef you Dont Watch Out! Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldnt say his prayers,-- An when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, His Mammy heerd him holler, an his Daddy heerd him bawl, An when they turnt the kivvers down, he wuznt there at all! An they seeked him in the rafter-room, an cubby-hole, an press, An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an ever-wheres, I guess; But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an roundabout:-- An the Gobble-uns ll git you Ef you Dont Watch Out! An one time a little girl ud allus laugh an grin, An make fun of ever one, an all her blood-an-kin; An wunst, when they was company, an ole folks wuz there, She mocked em an shocked em, an said she didnt care! An thist as she kicked her heels, an turnt to run an hide, They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin by her side, An they snatched her through the ceilin fore she knowed what shes about! An the Gobble-uns ll git you Ef you Dont Watch Out! An little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An the lamp-wick sputters, an the wind goes woo-oo! An you hear the crickets quit, an the moon is gray, An the lightnin-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- You better mind yer parunts, an yer teachurs fond an dear, An churish them at loves you, an dry the orphants tear, An hep the pore an needy ones at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns ll git you Ef you Dont Watch Out! Film adaptations Notes References External links Read in another language MobileDesktop Content is available under CC BY-SA 3.0 unless otherwise noted. Terms of UsePrivacy
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