em

You tell ‘em this in New York: Not never no cover at Benny’s!

The sick allers ez took care on among them, they sed, 's long uz enny on em hez got a thing left.

There are three there, Bill, with a jolly large blue unicorn and a gold pitchfork on em, which is the old ladys arms.

Coals!what would he do with coals?Toast his cheese with em, and then come back for more.

Theres too many of em trying to keep their hands clean, an livin above their means.

And all the fal-lals and di-does they larn em in high school now doesnt amount to a row of pins in practical life.