You great, big loafin' darky! A-whinin' like a whelp, While yo' neighbor's hay's a-spilin' 'Case he can't git any help! I want to tell yo', honey, De worl' won't treat you white If yo' wait to load yo' musket Till de possum is in sight. When yo' was a youngster, Isaac, Yo' wouldn't go to school, But played aroun' de barnyard Like a triflin', yearlin' mule. Yo' wouldn't work nor learn a trade, Now, when de day's half done, Yo'se a-huntin' for life's possum Wid a little empty gun. Quit yo' grumblin' 'bout yo' chances! Shed dat coat and grab dat fork! Even white folks should go hungry When dey git too good to work. Stuff a little amernishun In dat woolly head to-night— Bettah always do yo' loadin' 'Fore de possum is in sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT THE LIFE BEYOND by RUPERT BROOKE THE FOREGOING CRITICISM, IN ENGLISH VERSE by JOHN BYROM THE WOOLWORTH BUILDING by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |