When she’d pass sto’ windahs, honey,
She’d size up her se’f an’ smile;
Twis’ her-se’f an’ lif her trailah,
Cose she tho’wt she’s poody, chile;
Why, I know’d dat dah ol’ dahky
When she haden’ braid to eat;
When it cum to shoes an’ sockin’s,
Dey was stranjahs to her feet.
Now she needn’t be o’ spreadin’
On befo’ me any ahs,