SPARROWS

Dey say dem Sparrers come crost de seas
To eat our surplus grubs an' fleas;
But dey's whupped our birds off'n dis plantation,
Tell we craves to constric' dey immigration.
An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat, in dat—
An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat.

THE FLY

Wid dem suctious foots, seem lak Br'er Fly
Mought draw down health ef he trod de sky;
But he's so onpartic'lar whar he roams
Dat he's got 'isself screened out o' quality homes.
An' he ain't by 'isself outcas' like dat—
No, he ain't by 'isself in dat.