An’ de water-milion question’s gwine to bodder you a sight!
Den your eyes’ll open wider dan dey ebber done befo’
When he chats you ’bout a chicken-scrape dat happened long ago!
De angels on the picket-line erlong de Milky Way
Keep a-watchin’ what you’re dribin’ at, an’ hearin’ what you say;
No matter what you want to do, no matter whar you’s gwine,
Dey’s mighty ap’ to find it out an’ pass it ’long de line;
An’ of’en at de meetin’, when you make a fuss an’ laugh,
Why, dey send de news a-kitin’ by de golden telegraph;
Den, de angel in de orfis, what’s a settin’ by de gate,