The Poetry Corner

Intellectual Limitations

By James Whitcomb Riley

Parunts knows lots more than us, But they don't know all things, - 'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times, Even on little small things. One time Winnie ask' her Ma, At the winder, sewin', What's the wind a-doin' when It's a-not a-blowin'? Yes, an' 'Del', that very day, When we're nearly froze out, He ask' Uncle where it goes When the fire goes out? Nen I run to ask my Pa, That way, somepin' funny; But I can't say ist but "Say," When he turn to me an' say, "Well, what is it, Honey?"