Kaze de Lawd in heaben knows it,
Dat I ’bout her doesn’t kyahs;
She jes’ lately got a penshun,
An’ it’s sortah swell’d her haid,
It’s a wondah diden’ bus’ it,
An’ de dahky isn’t daid.
Doan’ yo’ ’membah when she usetah
Wah dat bumzeen yallah dress?
Whah she’s gwine to git de nex’ one,
Kep’ her allus on de guess;