One time I telled on Scabby acause he sayed, George, you is stupid; and I sayed, I knows you is, but what are I? Then Momma teached me a poem what sayed: sticks and stones gonna breaks yous bones, but names can't not never hurts ya. So today when Scabby tole me, George, you is a idiot, I bemembered Momma's lesson and I whacked him on hims knee with a big ole stick. He runned away cryin' like a little girl. I thunk 'bout callin' after him, and I were gonna say, look on that scaredy bunny hoppin' away; acause he weren't runnin' very good. Which, I didn't not say nothin'; acause Momma beed right 'bout callin' names. Sticks 'n stones bees way better. 'Cept, I hasn't tried stones yet. Prawly next time maybe I's gonna try stones.