Whose little lady is you, chile, <br />Whose little gal is you? <br />What's de use o' kiver'n up yo' face? <br />Chile, dat ain't de way to do. <br />Lemme see yo' little eyes, <br />Tek yo' little han's down nice, <br />Lawd, you wuff a million bills, <br />Huh uh, chile, dat ain't yo' price. <br /> <br />Honey, de money ain't been made <br />Dat dey could pay fu' you; <br />'T ain't no use a-biddin'; you too high <br />Fu' de riches' Jap er Jew. <br />Lemme see you smilin' now, <br />How dem teef o' yo'n do shine, <br />An' de t'ing dat meks me laff <br />Is dat all o' you is mine. <br /> <br />How 's I gwine to tell you how I feel, <br />How's I gwine to weigh yo' wuff? <br />Oh, you sholy is de sweetes' t'ing <br />Walkin' on dis blessed earf. <br />Possum is de sweetes' meat, <br />Cidah is the nices' drink, <br />But my little lady-bird <br />Is de bes' of all, I t'ink. <br /> <br />Talk erbout 'uligion he'pin' folks <br />All thoo de way o' life, <br />Gin de res' 'uligion, des' gin me <br />You, my little lady-wife. <br />Den de days kin come all ha'd, <br />Den de nights kin come all black, <br />Des' you tek me by de han', <br />An' I'll stumble on de track. <br /> <br />Stumble on de way to Gawd, my chile, <br />Stumble on, an' mebbe fall; <br />But I'll keep a-trottin', while you lead on, <br />Pickin' an' a-trottin', dat's all. <br />Hol' me mighty tight, dough, chile, <br />Fu' hit's rough an' rocky lan', <br />Heaben 's at de en', I know, <br />So I's leanin' on yo' han'.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possession-8/
