Preechah Weed wid dat dah swallow Tail an’ ves’ ub his cut low, Jes’ had all de flouncin’ sistahs Leggin’ fo’ to be his boh. Bruddah Hookey he puzzided; Felt so big he thowt he’s king; Tuck er ball bat, rapp’d fo’ ordah, Said, let’s cleah ah th’oats an’ sing. Well, he tuck his pussnel meedah, Gib de linin’ ub de hymn, An’ dey sing’d de “Weepin’ Moses” An’ dey sing’d it too, by Jim! At de klooshun ub dat ditty, Deekun Jaspah put up prah, Th’ow’d his haid clah to de ceilin’ Dough he seed de Gates er jah. Dis hain’t true, I’ll eat de ’possum, Sech er prah yo’ nebbah hyea’d; Scratch’d his haid an’ weep’d an’ hollahd Tell his eyes lak blud was red. Oh, he’s moanin’ and er tonein’ An’ er kotchen’ ub his bref— Spit erpun his han’s an’ rubb’d em— Pound de bench fum right to lef’. Las’ he ’klooded an’ de sistahs Staht to sing plantashun coon. Bruddah Hookey diden’ lak it; Tol’ ’em dey was mos’ too soon. But de mos’ fun ub de evenin’ Was when gibbin’ presen’s out. Yo’d er crack’d yo’ sides er lafin’ Tell yo’d got er hol’ de gout. On de tree dey was er chicken; Wasn’t laybeld wid er name. When de dahkies hyeahd erbout it Ebbry one put up er claim. Bruddah Gyahdnah spied de chicken Floppin’ ’neef de Chrismus tree; Made er home run wid er hollah; “Dat dah chicken am fo’ me!” Well, sah, when he hollah’d chicken ’Twas de same ez holl’rin fiah, Fo’ dat chicken was er stampeed In de church an’ in de quah. Sum de sistahs dat had room’ticks An’ de aches fo’ yeahs an’ yeahs, Fo’ dat chicken was er scramblin’ An’ a fallin’ obeah cheers. Preechah Weed he got so ’cited Dat he run clah out his coat, Fell ergin de stobe kerwollup! Butt his haid an’ swo’ by note. But he jump’d up in er jiffy, Feelin’ lak he was befo’, Gibb er ban’ spring fo’ dat chicken, But by Jinks he’s mos’ too slo’. ’Dough he hit he’s haid er stunnah, Diden’ eben make er dent, Kaze, he’s so much lak de debbil, Haid was hard ez adament. All de time de res’ was skufflin’ An’ er kickin’ right an’ lef’, Got so bunkshus an’ bumbastic Dey kood hahdly ’tain deyse’f. Loudah! Loudah! Got de janglin’ Mo’ an’ mo’ dey ring’d dey bluf’, Wuss de grabbin’ fo’ de chicken Den’s when dey got at it ruf. Sum done pullin’ out dey razzahs An’ er kyahvin’ fo’ de koh. All de sistahs got to axin’ Lawd sake leeb us out de doh! Fin’ly Bruddah Moses wid er Kinedah p’culiar kine er trick, Kotch’d de poultry, made er bee-line, Cut er reg’lah dubble quick. Den sum swo’ day had bin kunjud, Uddahs ’clahd dey’d bin hoo-dood, Lef’ de ch’ch er swahin’ vengeance In de wusses’ kine er mood. YES, WEES GOT ER FLAG.