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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
Once der wus a liddle boy dat couldn' count two. Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e thought 'e 'us gwine through.
Once der vvus a liddle boy dat couldn' count three. Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e thought de Niggers 'us free.
Once der wus a liddle boy dat couldn' count fo\ Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e jumped out on de flo'.
Once der wus a liddle boy dat couldn' count five. Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e thought de dead alive.
Once der wus a liddle boy dat couldn' count six. Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e never did git fix!
Once der wus a liddle boy dat couldn' count seben. Dey pitched him in a fedder bed; 'e thought he's gwine to Heaben! |
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