Br'er Grubworm wrops 'isself in twine
An' swings in 'is shroud on a evergreen vine,
Becaze it's mortal death dat brings
His on'iest chance to git 'is wings.
But you ain't by yo'self, Br'er Worm, in dat—
Oh, you ain't by yo'self in dat.

RAIN OR SHINE?

Ol' Mingo, on 'is knees, he say:
"Lord, teach dis nigger how to pray,
Else riconcile two kinds o' weather
For craps an' rheumatiz together!"
But you ain't by yo'self, ol' man, in dat—
Oh, you ain't by yo'self in dat.

LITTLE GREEN TREE-TOAD






Little green tree-toad on banana leaf,
Plenty po' relations all aroun' 'im in de bog;
But he'd ruther be blind an' dumb an' deef
Dan to hold a conversation wid a "low-life" frog!
But he ain't no lonesome toady in dat—
No, he ain't by 'isself in dat.