But dey hoa’ds for deyselves f’om day to day,
An’ dey stings any man wha’ gits in de way.
An’ dey ain’t no new co’poration in dat—
No, dey ain’t by deyselves in dat.
THE CANARY
DAT little yaller cage-bird preems ’is wings,
An’ he mounts ’is pyerch an’ sings an’ sings
He feels ’is cage, but I ’spec’ he ’low
To take what comes an’ sing anyhow.
An’ you ain’t by yo’self, little bird, in dat—