FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; <br />Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits. <br />Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys, <br />Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys. <br /> <br />We is all constructed diff'ent, d'ain't no two of us de same; <br />We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame. <br />Ef we'se good, we need n't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin' <br />We gits into su'ttain channels dat we jes' cain't he'p pu'suin'. <br /> <br />But we all fits into places dat no othah ones could fill, <br />An' we does the things we has to, big er little, good er ill. <br />John cain't tek de place o' Henry, Su an' Sally ain't alike; <br />Bass ain't nuthin' like a suckah, chub ain't nuthin' like a pike. <br /> <br />When you come to think about it, how it's all planned out it's splendid. <br />Nuthin's done er evah happens, 'dout hit's somefin' dat's intended; <br />Don't keer whut you does, you has to, an' hit sholy beats de dickens,-- <br />Viney, go put on de kittle, I got one o' mastah's chickens.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accountability/
