Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
The problem set," sez he,
"By that derned Nig. is black and big,
And fairly puzzles me,
Ez it wud do J.B."
Your Times would right our wrongs, JOHN,
—Always wuz sweet on us!—
But on dilemma's prongs, JOHN,
To fix me don't you fuss.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess,