Intellectual Limitations

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Parunts knows lots more than us,
But they don't know all things, -
'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times,
Even on little small things.

One time Winnie ask' her Ma,
At the winder, sewin',
What's the wind a-doin' when
It's a-not a-blowin'?

Yes, an' 'Del', that very day,
When we're nearly froze out,
He ask' Uncle where it goes
When the fire goes out?

Nen I run to ask my Pa,
That way, somepin' funny;
But I can't say ist but "Say,"
When he turn to me an' say,
"Well, what is it, Honey?"

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