PATTER OF DER SHINGLES
A Comic Recitation-Recited by Gus Williams.
Vhen der angry passion gaddering in my mudders face I see,
I'nd she leadc me in der pedroom, shendly lays me on her knee.
Den I know dot I vill catch it, und my flesh in fancy itches
As I lisden for der patter of der shingle on my breeches.
Efery tingle of der shingle has an echo and a sliding,
I'nd a dousand burning fancies indo active being spring,
I'nd a dousand bees und horneds 'nead my coad-dill seem to scwarm,
As I feel der patter of der shingle, oh, zo varm.
In a shplutter comes mine fadder-vhom I subbosed had gone-
Do survey de skiduvation, und dell her to lay it on,
Sk> see her bending o'er me as I lisden do der strain
IHayed by her and by der shingle in a vild und veird refrain.
In a sudden intdermission, vich appears my only schance,
I say, 'Shtrike shendly, mudder, or you'll shplitt mine Sunday bants:"
She shtops a moment, draws her breath, der shingle holds aloft,
U'nd says, " I had nod dought of dot-mine son, shust dake dem off."
Oh, lofing, tender mercy, cast dhy pitying glances down,
I'nd dhou, oh, vamily docdor, pud a good, soft bouldice on :
I'nd may I mit vools und dunces afderward gommingle
If I effer say anudder vord ven my madder vields der shingle.