James Whitcomb Riley - Floretty's Musical Contribution lyrics

But they're all dead, a hunderd years!" said he. "Well, there's where you're _mustakened_!"--in reply They heard Bud's voice, pitched sharp and thin and high.-- "An' how you goin' to _prove_ it!" "Well, I _kin_!" Said Bud, with emphasis,--"They's one lives in Our garden--and I _see_ 'im wunst, wiv my Own eyes--_one_ time I did." "_Oh, what a lie_!" --"'_Sh!_'" "Well, nen," said the skeptic--seeing there The older folks attracted--"Tell us _where_ You saw him, an' all _'bout_ him!' "Yes, my son.-- If you tell 'stories,' you may tell us one," The smiling father said, while Uncle Mart, Behind him, winked at Bud, and pulled apart His nose and chin with comical grimace-- Then sighed aloud, with sanctimonious face,-- "'_How good and comely it is to see Children and parents in friendship agree!_'-- You fire away, Bud, on your Fairy-tale-- Your _Uncle's_ here to back you!" Somewhat pale, And breathless as to speech, the little man Gathered himself. And thus his story ran.