Oh, it look’d mos’ loud an’ spickyus,
Wish’d de lawd it had bin mine.
Oddah seed her when she pass’d us,
Thow’d her head clah to de cloud;
Switch’d her se’f an’ kooden’ see us,
Kaze she’s togg’d up mos’ to loud;
Now an’ den shed’ gib us, honey,
Whut yo’ call de cake wa’k gran’,
An’ her big feet cut no figgah;
Was’ she right? she beet de ban’.