Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' 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;
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I use to read it to children when they were small, love this poem.
I learned this poem for recitation in the 4th grade circa 1962. I had an anthology of children's poems which was lost and later tried to find a reprint for my own children and could never find it. It included this lovely poem.
I was taught this poem in grade school. Believe it or not it was during speech class. I managed to scare my kids and my grand kids sometimes at bonfires in the yard. I still love this poem.
My mother read this to me and this one is the most remembered she read many more. There's an art to this poet. It's the way he speaks.
I memorized this poem and recited in in elementary school. Forty years later, I'm amazed at how much I still remember! We owned a collection of works by James Whitcomb Riley, and as an avid reader, it was and still is a lifetime favorite.
This is the first time I have heard all of the poem. I heard some of it in grade school but not all of it. I am now 87 years old and enjoying it again after all those years. Thank you.
Perfectly chosen for the goblins and ghouls fun at Halloween! The fantastic usage of the Middle Western dialect is magnificent. With this poem Riley used a very descriptive method of writing our American slang.
Riley's Poems of Childhood was a gift for my fifth birthday and I still have the book after 70 plus years. This was always my favourite and I have recited it many times!
A great write from a sage for little ones. This is evergreen
My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Bertha Griffith, used to read this poem to us at Halloween time. She read it so dramatically that we all believed it was true. Metaphorically, I believe it is. She was one of the very best teachers and role models I had the good luck to know- a saint. I think of how much I appreciate her every year around Halloween when I again read this poem.
I grew up in Indianapolis, and my grandparents were from Greenfield. I can remember soo many times before bed my grandma quoting this poem to me. I loved it. It gave me shivers then and made me think befre I gave them attitude... I would look around for those 'two great big black things' before I smarted off... lol. I think I might have to teach it to my 6 year old, or at least quote it more.
'tis great, really, to horror your young ones if they become spoiled..hehe...and this poem is a real good one, ,
I remember this poem from when I was a child back in the fifties. It is still fun to read aloud.