"Resolushuns"

1/1/1 0h, sounds interesting, this is a re-post from last New Years Day. I just think it's so cute.

By Margaret G. Hayes
Illustrated by Grace G. Drayton
1913


ONCE'T ther' was a 'ittle boy---
What maked some resolushuns,
On New Year's Day---'at he would stop
A-bein' sech a "Noo-sanse."
He sed, he'd start in takin' bafs
Without no drivin'to it;
He sed, he'd go to bed at night
Soon as he's telled to do it.
An' after this he'd stick to trufe,
'An never tell a fib;
He never more'd put a frog
In baby sister's crib;

He'd never take the cookie box
When cook had jus' fresh filled it;
He'd always say: 'at it was him
Too Muvver's c'lone, an spilled it.
He'd let the poor cat live in peace,
No more fill Gran'dad's pipe wif grease:

He'd quit a-teasin' 'ittle girls
Wif catty-pillars in their curls.
When Sister's best beau comes to call
He'd never hide--an' tell--a-tall;
He'd never climb on kitchen roofs
To hide Granny-ma's false toofs;
He'd never take Aunt Belle's gold puffs,
An' stuff 'em in her new beau's cuffs.
Green apples? No, he'd never steal,
Nor monkey wif Big Bruvver's wheel:
He'd clean his teef, an' scrub his neck,
An' never sulk the leastes' speck,

When comp'ny comes an' he's helped last.
Folks 'll forget his naughty past.
These resolushuns, when he maked 'em,
He meaned to keep--but oh, he breaked'em!
So now he says: "Folks, do not fear"
I'll make a bran' new set--Nex' Year."

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