The world kin do without.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
Injuns must go," sez he.
"COOPER's Red Man won't fit our plan,
Though he once witched J.B.
As once he fetched e'en me!"
The Black Man! Ah, that's wuss, JOHN.
The chaps wuz right, ay joost,
Who said the Slavery cuss, JOHN,
Wud yet come home to roost.