IF I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie, If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache, You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be? No, sir! An' I can tole you, if you never know before, W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss, W'y de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door For learn about de nice t'ing's come to us -- An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago -- Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head, No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low. An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonne; An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he's chrissen by de pries' All de sam' I bet you dollar he'll waken up some day, An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG |