THE RAIN-CROW

Br'er Rain-crow sho kin prophesy,
Caze he reads his wisdom f'om de page on high;
His mind ain't clogged wid secon'-hand facts,
But de moon an' de skies is his almanacs.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat—
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.

THE GIRAFFE






Br'er Gy-raffe don't make no pertense
O' not seein' over 'is neighbor's fence,
An' ef he'd listen close-t, I 'spec'
He'd hear somebody say: "Rubber-neck!!!"
But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat—
But he ain't by 'isself in dat.

THE BLACK SHEEP