I get a lot of email about this poem. It is likely that Harold Gray had known the poem and it may have influenced him in some way, but I have found no evidence that Little Orphan Annie was based on the poem.

Little Orphant Annie James Whitcomb Riley 7 October 1849-22 July 1916 Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups and 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; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out! Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,-- So when he went to bed at night, away upstairs, His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the ratter room, an' cubbyhole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout:-- An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin; An' onc't, when they was "company", an' ole folks was there, She mocked 'em an she shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, There was two great big black things a standin' by her side. An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin' bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers fond an' dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

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