Kin I teach you dignity?
Chasin' afl' them po'white children,
Jest because you wan'to play.
Whut does po' white trash keer fah you?
Want you keep away fum them,
Next, they'll be a-doin' meanness,
An' a-givin' you the blame.
Don't come mumblin* 'bout their playthings,
Yourn is good enough fah you;
'Twus the best that I could git you.
An' you've got to make them do,
Go'n' to break you fum that habit.
Yes, I am! An' mighty soon.
Next, you'll grow up like the white-folks,
All time whinin' fah the moon.
Runnin' with them po' white children--
Go'n' to break it up, I say!--
Pickin' up their triflin' habits,
Soon, you'll be as spilte as they.
Come on here, an' take the baby--
Mind now ! Don't you let her fall--
'Fo' I'll have you runnin' with them,
I won't let you play at all.
Jest set there, an' mind the baby
Till I tell you — You may go;
An' jest let me ketch you chasin'
Aft' them white trash any mo'.