Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
II—THEIR IRREPRESSIBLE HIGH SPIRITS
Wild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call |Rather shrill and high|
Danced the juba in their gambling-hall
And laughed fit to kill, and shook the town,
And guyed the policemen and laughed them down
With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom.
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, |Read exactly as in first section|
Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.
A negro fairyland swung into view, |Lay emphasis on the delicate ideas.|