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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lawzy! don't I rickollect<br>That-'air old swing in the lane!<br>Right and proper, I expect,<br>Old times _can't_ come back again;<br>But I want to state, ef they<br>_Could_ come back, and I could say<br>What _my_ pick 'ud be, i jing!<br>I'd say, Gimme the old swing<br>'Nunder the old locus'-trees<br>On the old place, ef you please!--<br>Danglin' there with half-shet eye,<br>Waitin' fer the cat to die!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd say, Gimme the old gang<br>Of barefooted, hungry, lean,<br>Ornry boys you want to hang<br>When you're growed up twic't as mean!<br>The old gyarden-patch, the old<br>Truants, and the stuff we stol'd!<br>The old stompin'-groun', where we<br>Wore the grass off, wild and free<br>As the swoop of the old swing,<br>Where we ust to climb and cling,<br>And twist roun', and fight, and lie--<br>Waitin' fer the cat to die!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Pears like I 'most allus could<br>Swing the highest of the crowd--<br>Jes sail up there tel I stood<br>Downside-up, and screech out loud,--<br>Ketch my breath, and jes drap back<br>Fer to let the old swing slack,<br>Yit my tow-head dippin' still<br>In the green boughs, and the chill<br>Up my backbone taperin' down,<br>With my shadder on the ground'<br>Slow and slower trailin' by--<br>Waitin' fer the cat to die!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now my daughter's little Jane's<br>Got a kind o' baby-swing<br>On the porch, so's when it rains<br>She kin play there--little thing!<br>And I'd limped out t'other day<br>With my old cheer this-a-way,<br>Swingin' _her_ and rockin' too,<br>Thinkin' how _I_ ust to do<br>At _her_ age, when suddently,<br>'Hey, Gran'pap!' she says to me,<br>'Why you rock so slow?' ... Says I,<br>'Waitin' fer the cat to die!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>