The plum tree.

Bluejacket saw hanging once plums,
o! as eggs this way large.
t seemed, which wanted will pick bluejacket
clean them father it him prohibited.
Here, said he, Father still my, is
still the garden man, who it sees:
Charged to a tree, this way full,
does not miss one five six plums.
But I want obedient being,
and do not pick: I walk away.
I, a hand full would chew tobacco,
disobedient being? No.
Voord went bluejacket: but its father,
that him had quietly listened to.
Him encountered in running
for on the means path.
My bluejacket, said the father to bowl,
bowl my small heart robber!
Now I you will chew tobacco plukken;
now Father has bluejacket lief.
There on Father to t will shake,
Bluejacket picked up schielijkop;
Bluejacket got its cap full chews tobacco,
and walked away on a gallop.