When Ma want him eat wiv us

He says, “’Skuse me—’deed you mus’!—

Ponchus know’ good manners, Miss.—

He ain’ eat wher’ White-folks is!”

’Lindy takes his dinner out

Wher’ he’s workin’—roun’ about.—

Wunst he et his dinner spread

In our ole wheelborry-bed.

Ponchus Pilut says “’at’s not

His right name,—an’ done fergot