Daddy Do-Funnys Wisdom Jingles | Page 8

out in de gloomin' dark,
An' even ef he's boun' for a
harmless lark,
He favors de devil an' he keeps sech hours
Dat he
seems in cahoot wid de evil powers.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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INCUBATOR CHICKENS
Dem inkybator chickens dat's hatched by de clock,
Wid a lamp for
love, is lonesome stock;
Dey feeds in droves, but dey envies de others

Dat scratches for grubs wid any ol' mothers.
An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat--
No, dey ain't by
deyselves in dat.

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THE FIREFLY
Br'er Lightnin'-bug is a gay yo'ng spark,
But he nuver is yit put out de
dark;
He shines for 'isself in 'is zigzag flight,
An' he's middlin' sho
he's de sou'ce of light.
But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
But he ain't by 'isself in dat.
THE THISTLE
De thistle-stalk sends up a noble bloom
Wid de shape of a flower an'
de thought of a plume,
But its prickle-y ways turn friendship down;

So it stands all alone, in its velvet gown.
An' it ain't by its lonesome self in dat--
No, it ain't by itself in dat.
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THE GRAY SQUIRREL
De gray squir'l lives a nachel life,
Wid friends an' foes an' chillen an'
wife;
But whenever he gits his picture took,
He snatches dat nut, to
appear in de book.
But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
But he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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LOOK OUT FOR MISTER BEE
Look out for Mister Bee in de punkin-flower!
Plenty gallinippers in
de grass!
Mighty close tie 'twix' wings an' stings
Better let de
honey-bee pass!
Z--Z--Z, Z, Z!
Better let de honey-bee pass!

White-face bumblebee--white folks' ways--
Never give a sassy
answer back!
But don't you trus' de black-face, no matter what he
says! Give de nigger bumblebee de track!
Z--Z--Z, Z, Z!
Give de nigger bumblebee de track![2]
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THE ROSE
When Sis' Rose th'ows open her heart _too proud_,
She blooms
mighty brief in Beauty's crowd;
'Ca'ze the rains beat in an' de bees
make free
'Tel de heart o' de rose is sad to see.
An' you ain't by yo'self, Sis' Rose, in dat--
No, you ain't by yo'self in
dat.
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THE LOCOMOTIVE
Dey say Sis' Ingine's fiercest scream
Don't mean nothin' but lettin' off
steam,
But wid so much wrackage behin' 'er back,
Seem like she
say: "Git out o' my track!"
An' she ain't by 'erself, old Mis, in dat--
No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.
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THE GOAT
No matter how much she strive to 'spire,
Sis' Nannie Goat's measured
'g'inst some'h'n' higher;
"First cousin to a sheep" an' "de po' man's
cow,"
Is hol'-down luck, come when, come how.
An' she ain't by 'erself helt down like dat--
No, she ain't by 'erself in
dat.

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THE FIG
De fig dat's "sweet enough to eat"
Is _sweet enough_, but _not too
sweet_;
But de honey-lip fig in de blazin' light
Is a battle-ground
whar de varmints fight.
An' it ain't by itself in dat, in dat--
An' it ain't by itself in dat.
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THE FRIZZLED CHICKEN
Dat frizzledy chicken, he steps so spry,
An' he totes 'is head so
pompious high,
Like as ef he tries, wharever he goes,
To rise above
dem rough-dried clo'es.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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THE ENDLESS SONG
Oh, I used to sing a song,
An' dey said it was too long,
So I cut it
off de en'
To accommodate a frien'
Nex' do', nex' do'--
To accommodate a frien' nex' do'.
But it made de matter wuss
Dan it had been at de fus,
'Ca'ze de en'
was gone, an' den
Co'se it didn't have no en'
Any mo', any mo'--
Oh, it didn't have no en' any mo'!
So, to save my frien' from sinnin',
I cut off de song's beginnin';
Still
he cusses right along
Whilst I sings _about_ my song

Jes so, jes so--
Whilst I sings _about_ my song _jes so_.
How to please 'im is my riddle,
So I'll fall back on my fiddle;
For
I'd stan' myself on en'
To accommodate a frien'
Nex' do', nex' do'--
To accommodate a frien' nex' do'.
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THE EEL
Br'er Eel got a mighty jewbious name,
But maybe he ain't so much to
blame;
He couldn't squirm out ef he nuver ventured in,
An' he resks
his all when he resks his skin.
But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
But he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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THE RAIN-CROW
Br'er Rain-crow sho kin prophesy,
Caze he reads his wisdom f'om de
page on high;
His mind ain't clogged wid secon'-hand facts,
But de
moon an' de skies is his almanacs.
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.
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THE GIRAFFE
Br'er Gy-raffe don't make no pertense
O' not seein' over 'is neighbor's
fence,
An' ef he'd listen close-t, I 'spec'
He'd hear somebody say:
"Rubber-neck!!!"
But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat--
But he ain't by 'isself in dat.

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THE BLACK