large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb_9
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb
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His legs wuz so crooked, my bench legged pup Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up! HIS LEGS WERE SO CROOKED MY BENT LEGGED PUP WAS AS TALL SETTIN DOWN AS HE WAS STANDING UP
ht I call him-- I hear his gleeful shouts! Begone, ye dread forebodings-- Begone, ye killing doubts! For, with my arms about him, My heart warms through and through With the oogling and the googling Of my little Googly-Goo! THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose From his predisposition to chronic repose; But, rouse his ambition, he couldn't be beat-- Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feet! Mos' dorgs hez some forte--like huntin' an' such, But the sports o' the field didn't bother him much; Wuz just a plain dorg, an' contented to be On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me; Used to fiddle an' squirm, and grunt "Oh, how nice!" When I tickled the back of that bench-legged fyce! He wuz long in the bar'l, like a fyce oughter be; His color wuz yaller as ever you see; His tail, curlin' upward, wuz long, loose, an' slim-- When he didn't wag it, why, the tail it wagged him! NCH LIKE ADVICE FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIVERPOX RECORDING ALL THE BREVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I B R I VIO X DADOUARDI RECORDING BY SQUIDVAS LOKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD THE BENCH LEGGED VICE SPEAKIN O DOORG'S MY BENCH LIKE ADVISE HAD MOST O THE VIRTUES AND NARRY OF ICE SOME FOLKS CALLED HIM SOONER A NAME THAT AROSE FROM HIS PREDISPOSITION TO CHRONIC REPOSE AROUSES AMBITION HE COULDN'T BE BEAT YOU BET YER HE GOT THAR ON ALL HIS FOUR FEET MOST DOGS HAS SOME FORTE LIKE HUNTIN AN SUCH BUT THE SPORTS OF THE FIELD DIDN'T BOTHER IT MUCH WAS JUST A PLAIN DOG AND CONTENTED TO BE ON PEACEABLE TERMS WITH THE NEIGHBORS AND ME USED TO FIDDLE AND SQUIRM AND GRUNT OH HOW NICE WHEN I TICKLED THE BACK OF THAT BENCH LIKE A VICE HE WAS LONG IN THE BAR LIKE A FIE SOTTER BEE HIS COLOR WAS YALLER AS EVER YOU SEE HIS TAIL CURLIN UPWARD WAS LONG LOOSE AND SLIM WHEN HE DIDN'T WAG IT WHY THE TAIL IT WAGGED HIM
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