James Whitcomb Riley - An Impromptu Fairy-Tale lyrics

_When I wuz ist a little bit_ _o' weenty-teenty kid_ _I maked up a Fairy-tale,_ _all by myse'f, I did:--_ I Wunst upon a time wunst They wuz a Fairy King, An' ever'thing he have wuz _gold--_, His clo'es, an' _ever_'thing! An' all the other Fairies In his goldun Palace-hall Had to hump an' hustle-- 'Cause he wuz bosst of all! II He have a goldun trumput, An' when he blow' on that, It's a sign he want' his boots, Er his coat er hat: They's a sign fer ever'thing,-- An' all the Fairies knowed Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin' When the King blowed! III Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all: "Saddle up yer bees-- Fireflies is gittin' fat An' sa**y as you please!-- Guess we'll go a-huntin'!" So they hunt' a little bit, Till the King blowed "Supper-time," Nen they all quit. IV Nen they have a Banqut In the Palace-hall, An' ist et! an' et! an' et! Nen they have a _Ball_; An' when the _Queen_ o' Fairyland Come p'omenadin' through, The King says an' halts her,-- "Guess I'll marry you!"