Adoni Da Barber

O yaas, I lika playnta well

     My beesiness, aldough

Som’time he ain’t no pretta good,

     An’ som’time pretta slow.

I lika ‘Mericans man,

     He joka me you bat;

But som’time wanta shave too queeck

     An’ gotta me upsat.

Som’time he gatta gay weeth me,

     An’ spreeng you calla “bull”,

He tweest hees face an’ say “O gee,

     You hava beega pull.

Why don’t you sand your razor to

     Da blackasmeeth?” he say;

But I don’t gatta mad weeth heem,

     He have such a gooda way.

I lika shave heem pretta wal,

     Except som’time, maybe

He eats da onion too much

     An’ too much choka me.

An’ dan he joka me some more,

     Know playnta well he can;

He say, “You talla by my br’ath

     I am a stronga man!”

June 11, ‘09