I guess if you get rich folks wilt not care

If you don’tst know your grammar to a T,

For baby boys, you’llst find ’most everywhere,

Art named for uncles who hast money, see?

Though they hain’tst got no learnin’ they canst spare

Nor never spell their ’taters with a p.


[THOUGHTS THOUGHT ON HEARIN’ FOLKS FIND FAULT WITH THE WEATHER]