But our song uv joy wuz turned into a wale uv anguish.
Moses sought to hist the serpent, but the serpent histed him.
He’s on a pole, and the bitin North wind is a blowin onto him.
He can’t get up any higher, because his pole ain’t any longer; and he cant’t get down, because he ain’t no place to light onto.
He vetoed the bills, and Congress hez vetoed him; the civil rights bill they passed in a uncivil manner.
Now, bein the nigger hez rights, he is our ekal.
Our ekil is the nigger now, and onless the skool house is burned, and the spellin books destroyed, he will soon be our superior.
We wuz willin to give him the right uv bein sued; but, alas! he kin sue.
He kin be a witness agin us, and he kin set his face agin ourn.
Our wise men may make laws to keep him in his normal speer, but uv wat avail is they?