Run, Miss Lucy, run;
Reckon you 'll be cotched an' kissed
To' de night is done.
NODDIN' BY DE FIRE
Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
Soon ez bedtime come erroun',
Fu' to scramble to de kiver,
Lak dey 'd hyeahed de trumpet soun'.
But dese people dey all misses
Whut I mos'ly does desiah;