  SAY, little boy, be friends with me and I’ll be friends with you; And I won’t never tell on you, no matter what you do. It’s awful lonesome over here and, goodness, but it’s hard To have your mother say that you must play in your back yard. There’s lots of daisies where I am, and butterflies as bright As anything you ever saw, and I just saw one light; Perhaps you’d catch it in your cap if I would help you to— Come over and be friends with me and I’ll be friends with you. I’m all the children we have got—I’m lonesome as can be, I wish you wouldn’t be afraid to come and play with me. I don’t care if your face ain’t clean or if your clothes are torn, I didn’t have no clothes at all the time that I was born. We got ripe apples on our trees and I will boost you so That you can get some if you come, and when it’s time to go I’m willing to be friends with you if you’ll be friends with me? I’ve got a lot of wooden toys, as fine as they can be, But I want something that’s alive to run around with me, And play wild Indians and bears, and if you’ll come and play Perhaps my Mamma ’ll let me come and play with you some day. We’ve got some dandy hollow trees, the finest anywheres, And one of us can hide in them when we are playing bears, And growl just like he’s awful cross, and all the time you know It’s only make-believe, of course, but then it scares you so. I wish you’d come and play with me. I’ve got a jumping-jack I’ll give you for your very own to keep when you go back, And you can ride my v’locipede most all the afternoon And blow some bubbles with my pipe and play with my balloon. That they are yours as much as mine for all the time you stay, I’m all the boys my folks have got. I’m lonesome as can be, Come on, and I’ll be friends with you if you’ll be friends with me. |
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