I’m not swearing at you (get your mind out of the gutter). I am quoting poetry. That’s from James Whitcomb Riley’s “Little Orphant Annie.”  Interesting article and the text of the poem appear over on the Paris Review.  The article caught my eye because this is one of the poem’s that my dad had memorized–whether because he had to do so in school or because someone recited it to him, I don’t know.  Anyway, he used to do dramatic recitations of it and then grab my shoulder on the refrain. Spooky! And I loved it.

Check it out.

Appropriate for the month of Halloween, too for “..the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!”