THE OLD ROOSTER
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| | Ef de hoa'se ol' rooster wouldn't crow so loud
He mought pass for yo'ng in de barn-yard crowd;
But he strives so hard an' he steps so spry
Dat de pullets all winks whilst he marches by.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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THE BUTTERFLY
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| | Sis' Butterfly aimed to work all right,
But 'er wings dey was heavy, an' 'er head too light;
So she riz in de air, 'ca'ze she see she was made
Jes' to fly in de sun in de beauty parade.
An' she ain't by 'erself in dat, in dat--
An' she ain't by 'erself in dat.
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THE WREN
She's a citizen-bird, Sis little brown Wren,
She nests in de spring an' de fall again;
"Race suicide" talk nuver fazes her,
'Ca'ze she's good for 'er ten little wrens a year.
An' she ain't by 'erself, my ladies, in dat—
No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.