Adoni an’ Da Pole

I don’ know eef day finda heem,

     Som’ time I think eets true;

Da paper mixa me all up

     I don’ know w’ata do.

Day breenga nothing back weeth dem,

     For show dese Pole ees found;

Don’ breeng for show one pieca wood

     Nor leetta pieca ground.

I am a poora man, you bat,

     No gotta cash for spand,

But I would pay for see dat pole

Brought to dese Yankee land.

I am no Rocka-fella man,

     Weeth greata beega roll;

But I would like for buy dat steeck

     For mak’ my barber pole.

Sept. 16, ‘09