My dad taught me to recite this poem when I was 2 years old…
…Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups and saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other children, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
​A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
⁠Ef you
⁠Don't
⁠Watch
⁠Out!