Now you, John Henry, 'tain't no use To stan' up daih an' mak no 'scuse. You need n't tink you foolin' me, I sutny has got eyes to see! Oh I's yo' sistah, yes, dat's true! But den what good 's dat gwine to do? Dey ain't no use in tellin' lies, You look right sheepish f'om yo' eyes! Let's see yo' han's, uh huh, I knowed You washed 'em, but de traces showed. Let's see yo' mouf; his looks lak ink -- Yo' sistah cain't tell 'servers, you t'ink. Oh my, but yo 's a naughty chile, I has to look at you one while; You need n't twis' in all dem curves, To tink you'd stole yo' ma's pusserves. Ef I tol' ma I guess you'd git The fines' whuppin' evah yit; But guess I'll keep it to myse'f Erbout dat jah erpon de she'f; Case ma's des awful w'en she stahts, An' my, oh, how a whuppin' smahts! So you clomb up? Oh, she'd be madder! Say, tell me whaih you put de ladder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION SANCHO SANCHEZ by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |