An’ git your halves an’ quarters back in gals an’ pickaninnies:
Wal, ’t ain’t quite all a feller ’d ax, but then ther’ ’s this to say,
It’s on’y jest among ourselves thet we expec’ to pay;
Our system would ha’ caird us thru in any Bible cent’ry,
’Fore this onscripted plan come up o’ books by double entry;
We go the patriarkle here out o’ all sight an’ hearin’,
For Jacob warn’t a circumstance to Jeff at financierin’;
He never ’d thought o’ borryin’ from Esau like all nater
An’ then cornfiscatin’ all debts to sech a small pertater;
There’s p’litickle econ’my, now, combined ’ith morril beauty