Sumb’dys Sunshine
by H. B. Whitehead (1890 - )
Ther’s sumb’dys bit o’ sunshine,
Ut prattles on mi knee;
Ut’s awlus into mischief,
Wants o ut he con see;
Ther’s music in his laughter,
Ut tells o’ things divine;
Un every day awm thankful,
For o this joy ut’s mine.
Two twinklin’ een wheor th’ fairies play,
Un th’ glintin’ beoms o’ sunshine stray,
A tongue ut wags just when it will,
Two little feet ut’s never still.
When th’ neet-time shado’s gather,
Un darken deawn i’ th’ west;
Ther’s sumb’dy’s bit o’ sunshine,
Ut nestles toh mi breast;
Un like a song-brid weary,
Ut finds some friendly tree;
One curly yed is restin’,
‘Ut’s o this world toh me.
Two droopin’ lids ut th’ end o’ th’ day;
Two little feet ‘ut’s tire’t o’ play;
A little tongue ‘ut lisps a prayer,
A little life toh tend un care.