I'VE thought a power on men and things -- As my uncle ust to say, -- And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings! W'y, they ain't no use to pray! Ef you want somepin', and jes' dead-set A-pleadin' fer it with both eyes wet, And @3tears@1 won't bring it, w'y, you try @3sweat,@1 As my uncle ust to say. They's some don't know their A, B, C's -- As my uncle ust to say -- And yit don't waste no candle-grease, Ner whistle their lives away! But ef they can't write no book, ner rhyme Nor ringin' song fer to last all time, They can blaze the way fer "the march sublime," As my uncle ust to say. Whoever's Foreman of all things here, As my uncle ust to say, He knows each job 'at we're best fit fer, And our round-up, night and day: And a-sizin' @3His@1 work, east and west, And north and south, and worst and best, I ain't got nothin' to suggest, As my uncle ust to say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |