An’ den—wal, p’rap I didn’t swore!
Wan tra’n com’ pas’ long jos’ ’bout noon,
An’ go “whoot-toot!” Wal, bamby, soon,
Wa’n’t no whol’ deeshes ’round—for why?
’Cos’, sacre, I jomp op sky-high
An’ keeck dat table’roun’ dat plac’
An’ lat som’ howl com’ off ma face.
Dat vife he skeer mos’ near on death,
An’ all dem shildreen hoi’ deir breath
For saw deir fadder ac’ lak’ dat