But the climate’s getting mixed,
And it’s spilin’ very rapidly with warmness as I fear.”
Spoke Mister Aaron Bland,
“I perceive on yonder land
That sugar-cane is bloomin’, correctly, all in rows,
And not to make allusions
To Republican delusions,
But the niggers air a-gettin’ all around as thick as crows.”
Still we sat there mighty glum
Till along a fellow come.