Fuh de ghoses an’ de witches he lubbed ter talk erbout
Wuz al’ays in de cow’s hohns when udder people out.
De cummittee went uh ’quirin’ an’ dey foun’ dat Sistuh Chew
Had tole de plum-cake secret ter only one er two;
An’ Scipio he lis’en while she milk de cows an’ say
Dat Mistis gwine ter meck uh cake dat’s walked fuh Chrismus Day.
So Mistis mixed de Chrismus cake an’ fill it full ub plums,
An’ Scipio look in de stobe an’ stuck in it his thum’s.
De heat wuz so ornple’sant an’ bu’n dat roscal so
He scream an’ cry, “Aunt Phillis cool de thum’s ub Scipio.”