"Well,
I
ain't a-frettin'!"
Never's cold where Jim is—
None of
us
misdoubt it,
Seein' we're nigh frozen!
He
"ain't
thought
about it"!
Things that rile up others
Never seem to strike him!
"Trouble-proof," I call it,—
Wisht that I was like him!
My pa—he always went to school,
He says, an' studied hard.
W'y, when he's just as big as me
He knew things by the yard!
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