NEDL TRANSFER HN LEBI + BADDY DO-FUNNYS WISDOM JINGLES KD 9334 RUTH MEENERY STUART 事實​: 一件事​。 ” INNINA 太 ​步​” 后 ​ ness Ants The New Rich Answering Back The Canary In Harness The Persimmon The Parrot The Mammy Alligator The Rattle-Snake The Porcupine The Runt The Crawfish The Angleworm The Mole The Aristocrat The Flea Catching Doodle-Bugs The Monkey. The Chimney-Swallow . Dat's De Way My Lady'll Do Tried by Fire Jack O' Lantern Will o' the Wisp . The Ambitious Cow The Yellow Rose. The Scare-Crow . . . : . ... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . · . · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · .*. . . . . . . • . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. THE WREN She's a citizen-bird, Sis little brown Wren, She nests in de spring an' de fall again; “Race suicide” talk nuver fazes her, 'Ca'ze she's good for 'er ten little wrens a year. An' she ain't by 'erself, my ladies, in dat- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat. CONFESSION Dat whale wha' gulped Br’er Jonah down Was bleeged to swim close-t to de groun' Ontel he riz up an' confessed He'd swallered mo' 'n he could digest. But you ain't by yo'self, Br’er Whale, in dat- No, you ain't by yo’self in dat. OOOOOOOooo THE GAME-COCK Dey's some things square an' some things round, An' little game cocks ain't soľ by de pound; Dey's weighed by sand an' pluck an' grit An' de number o' dead dey leave in de pit. An' dey ain't by deyselves in rank like dat- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat. 12 THE EPICURE Ef you keep yo' eyes on Br'er Carrion Crow, You'll wonder huccome he kin carry on so! He lies in high circles an' chooses meat Dat no honest workin'-man would eat. An' he ain't no new high-flyer in dat- No, he ain't by 'sself in dat. II (La THE MULE Ef you quiz Br’er Mule, you'll find dat he Gits mixed on de subjec' of 'is fam’ly tree; He'll brag about 'is mammy with a noble neigh, An' deny 'is own daddy wid a ginuine bray. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE GRUBWORM Br’er Grubworm wrops 'isself in twine An' swings in 'is shroud on a evergreen vine, Becaze it's mortal death dat brings His on’iest chance to git 'is wings. But you ain't by yo'self, Br'er Worm, in dat- Oh, you ain't by yo'self in dat. 15 Who DIZ RAIN OR SHINE ? Oľ Mingo, on 'is knees, he say: “Lord, teach dis nigger how to pray, Else riconcile two kinds o' weather For craps an' rheumatiz together!" But you ain't by yo'self, oľ man, in dat- Oh, you ain't by yo’self in dat. 16 SPARROWS Dey say dem Sparrers come crost de seas To eat our surplus grubs an' fleas; But dey's whupped our birds off'n dis plantation, Tell we craves to constric' dey immigration. An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat, in dat- An' dey ain't by deyselves in-dat. THE FLY Wid dem suctious foots, seem lak Br'er Fly Mought draw down health ef he trod de sky; But he's so onpartic'lar whar he roams Dat he's got 'isself screened out o' quality homes. An' he ain't by 'isself outcas' like dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. nr. 1996 AVITI SINO !!( VM VIDMV THE LITTLE CHICKEN Little yaller fluff-ball. one day out, Steps mighty high while he picks all about ; Never sees de egg-shell layin' in 'is track, Much less the little piece stickin' on 'is back. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat But he ain't by 'isself in dat. All ni SB WANIA , THE SCARE-CROW Br’er Scare-crow's built to suit 'is job Wid Alappin' legs an' arms dat bob; He ain't got brains for discontent So he works widout no argument. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE YELLOW ROSE Dey's a sweet plantation, yaller-buff rose Dat in my ricollection grows;, In my oľ dreams she seems to wait Whar she stood an' bloomed by de love-vine gate An' I ain't by myself in dreams like dat- No, I ain't by myself in dat. TRIED BY FIRE De sugar-cane stands so proud an' smart, You'd nuver suspicion it sweet at de heart, But to prove its sweets it yields its will To be tried by fire an' ground in de mill. An' it ain't by itself in dat, in dat- No, it ain't by itself in dat. 27 JACK-OʻLANTERN Sence he los' 'is brains to git 'is smile, Brer Jack-o-lantern grins lak a wilderin' chile Widout no secrets out or in; An' de lighter in de head de broader 'is grin An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE FLEA Look out for Mr. Po’-trash Flea! Ef you let 'im come in, he'll make too free; He'll chase yo’ dog till he makes 'im pant, An' he'll take yo’ skin for a restaurant. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE MOLE De blind mole tunnels straight ahead, An' he gits whar he gwine wid a trustful tread, But he nuver is yit got nowhar else, An' he'll nuver view de skies whar glory melts. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE MONKEY De organ plays an' Br'er Monkey struts, An' he takes high pride in de capers he cuts, While folks draps picayunes into 'is han' For fallin' so short o bein' a man. An' he ain't by 'isself, misled like dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE ARISTOCRAT Dat three-name chicken wid de feathery legs Wha' 'merged f'om de ten dollar settin' of eggs, Is a lonesome bird an' I s'picion he frets 'Ca’ze he can't outgrow dem pantalettes. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE CRAWFISH Br’er Crawfish th'ows a racklass bluff, An' he sho do look like fightin' stuff ; But turn 'im loose on a battle-groun', An' he'll bow 'isself out, an' nuver turn roun'. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. MUNT SEL . 32 THE ANGLEWORM “I could stand de hook," says de angleworm, "An' a lily-brook wouldn't make me squirm, But I can't help wrigglin' ag’in' my fate; It breaks me all up to be used for bait.” An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. DUNIA THE CHIMNEY-SWALLOW Wid 'is nest in de Alue whar de suctions blow, Storms due above an' fire below, No wonder Br'er Swaller sags an' sways Like a pusson ableeged to dodge bofe ways. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE PORCUPINE Sis' Porcupine, wid 'er bristles all set In a pompado' style, is waitin' yet, An' she can't understan', whilst she puckers 'er mug, De sca'city o' kisses an' de absent hug. But she ain't by 'er lonesome self in dat- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat. - ANTS Dem Ants is sho' got savin' ways An' even de Scripture 'lows 'em praise; But dey hoa'ds for deyselves f'om day to day An' dey stings any man wha' gits in de way. An' dey ain't no new co’poration in dat- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat. A MAN THE PARROT Sis' Tin-cage Polly wid de roamin' nose Dat roams f'om 'er eyes tel it p’ints to 'er toes, She keeps up a ratlin' talkin' pace To turn off attention f'om de shape of 'er face. An' you ain't by yo‘self, Sis' Polly, in dat- No, you ain't by yo'self in dat. THE PERSIMMON Is you little gals, growin' into women, Ever tasted a snappy young persimmin? It takes a hard frost to make it sweet, An' it's oll' an' swiveled 'fo' it's fit to eat! But it ain't by itself, sharp chillen, in dat- No, it ain't by itself in dat. IN HARNESS Dat flee-bitten mule an' my bay mare In de hay-wagon, sho is a mixtious pair ; But dey's pulled so long th'ough wind an' weather Dat out in de field dey graze together. An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat, in dat- An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat. THE CANARY De little yaller cage-bird preems 'is wings An' he mounts 'is pyerch an' sings an' sings; He feels 'is cage, but I s'pec' he 'low To take what comes an' sing anyhow! An' you ain't by yo'self, little bird, in dat- No, you ain't by yo'self in dat. DAT'S DE WAY MY LADY'LL DO It ain't how many eyes you got, 'Les' needles could see an' potatoes, too; An' “ hookin' a' eye,” as like as not, Would be classed as a sin dat no lady'd do. But it's keepin' yo' eyes turned to’des de right, An' to’des de wrong jes' shettin' 'em tight- Lookin' out for ways to be polite- Dat's de way my lady'd do! It ain't how many ears you got Dat makes you listen an' learn an' do; Else a hill o' corn in a garden plot Would be 'way ahead o' me an' you; . But it's shettin' yo' ears to heartless speech, An' listenin' whilst de teachers teách, An' strivin' to practise mo' 'n to preach- Dat's de way my lady'll do! It ain't how many tongues you got, 'Les' shoes would talk an' wagons, too; An' all de bells would gabble a lot, An' tattle an' brag de long day th'ough; But it's gyardin' yo' tongue fom talk dat's wrong, An' passin' a helpful word along, An' maybe singin' a hopeful song, Dat's de way my lady'll do! 도 ​ THE MAMMY ALLIGATOR Said de mammy alligator, wid a motherly grin: "I nuver liked babies wid dey dimples tucked in, But our little pet, wid its horny hide, Like its mammy's an' its daddy's, is de fam'ly pride." An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat, in dat- An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat. 46 THE WIBBLY WABBLY CALF Cunnin' little donkey-baby- “Ye-haw! Ye-haw!" What a funny laugh! Soun' jes like a creaky, cranky Seesaw-seesaw ! Wasn't nothin' funny roun' dat We saw—we saw! 'Tel we glimpsed de stagger-gait dat He saw-he saw! Brindle strikin' swagger-gait when She saw-she saw-her wibbly wabbly calf ! Den we ſ'ined wid Mister Donkey, “He-haw! He-haw !” How we-all did laugh! But we laughed at some'h'n' mo' dan He saw-he saw! Donkey couldn't see de ears dat We saw-we saw! Rabbit lopin' down de road, we Three saw—three saw! Wagged his ears an' called him daddy! “Haw-haw! Haw-haw!" How dat—who dat laugh? An' de last to see de joke was wibbly wabbly calf! 49 THE TURKEY-GOBBLER Ol Gobbly struts aroun' de stable An' th'ows out hints o' de rich man's table, An' he h'ists his tail an' spreads it wide, To display his cuyus graveyard pride. But he ain't by 'isself in pride like dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE STEP-MOTHER Sis' Dominick follers her brood o' ducks To de bayou's edge, an' she clucks an' clucks: “Dis stepmammy job, oh me, oh me! Ain't all dat it's quacked up to be!" But she ain't by 'erself in dat, in dat- But she ain't by 'erself in dat. 5 THE FROG Oľ Br’er Frog ain't much to sing, But he clairs a log in a single spring, An' jedgin' 'im by his bigoty ways, He's clean forgot 'is tadpole days! But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. 53 THE MUSHROOM Dey's many a musharoon good to de tas'e An' rich for de table, dat goes to was'e 'Ca'ze folks don't dast to gether it in For de way it favors its dung-hill kin. An' it aint by itself condemned like dat- No, it ain't by itself in dat Irtee Tin Tunguratura por Tehr A vih THE MEASURING WORM When Br'er Measurin'-worm strikes out so brave, Makin' tend he kin measure you for yo' grave, W id all 'is stride an' all 'is stren'th He can't measure mo'n 'is own little len'th. An' he ain't by 'isself made cheap like dat- No, he ain't by 'isself like dat. TOO FAMILIAR De cantelope gits mighty bilious F'om runnin' wid punkins too familias, So it's banished out for its sociable sin Along wid its yaller kitchen kin. An' it ain't by itself in dat, in dat- An' it ain't by itself in dat. ti Ilham app Burs THE 'POSSUM Br'er 'Possum makes pertend he's dead Whilst shots goes whizzin' over 'is head, But time de hounds is out o' sight, He's up an’ “hongry for a fight!" An' he ain't by 'isself in a bluff like dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. ha = THE OWL When de big owl calls out “Who-000-000!!!!!” In de dark o de moon, like night-owls do, De chillen, a-beggin' to play out late, Come tumblin' back into Daddy's gate. An' dey ain't by deyselves in dat, in dat- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat. 61 THE CHAMELEON De camelia-lizard is a turn-coat man, An' he borries his colors where dey's "room to stan""; He mought keep solid as a county candidate, But you couldn't sca'cely find 'im on a map o' de State. But he ain't by 'isself lost out, like dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE CATERPILLAR Whilst she eats de groun' f'om onder 'er feet, Sis' Caterpillar's weavin' 'er windin'-sheet; But 'er red eyes shine an' 'er grass-green-hair, An' 'er short life's bright, so she don't care. An' she ain't by 'erself in dat, in dat- An' she ain't by 'erself in dat. EMTF or DR. DRAKE Oľ Dr. Drake wid 'is college waddle An' Latin inscriptioms on 'is noddle, Would part wid 'is gait an' 'is shimmerin' back To perscribe a crowin'-powder an' nuver say “Quack!" But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. ill. THE PEACOCK Br’er Peacock 'lows he's a 'ristocrat, Wid mighty fine clo’es, an' vain at dat; He'll answer yo' glance wid col surprise An' look you over wid a thousan' eyes! But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. hom KALI mw- rec il THE ALLIGATOR Br'er Alligator kin grin a mile, But dey ain't no inducemint in his smile; Whilst he ain't no race-horse, yit dey say A little alligator goes a mighty long way. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- But he ain't by 'isself in dat. THE TERRAPIN Br'er Tarrapin draws in 'is head so knowin', You can't tell whether he's comin' or goin', But his mind ain't mixed-he's layin' low Tel he sees which way he's obleeged to go. An' he ain't no new politician in dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. 1 INT THE DANDELION De dandelion flower blooms out so young Wid a look in its face like a sassy tongue, Den it grows light-headed wid self-conceit Wid a flighty oſ age, for full defeat. An' it ain't by itself, pert chillen, in dat- No, it ain't by itself in dat. THE MIRROR Br’er Donkey, drinkin' at de brook, Surveys hisself wid offish look, An' 'low: “You Jackass makes too free! Huccome you dast to drink wid me!” An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- Oh, he ain't by 'isself in dat. GOSLINGS De purty yaller goslin's say: "Oh, what-oh, what's de use! When Mama say, 'Come, walk dis way An' ac' jes like a goose!' Oh, what's de use-oh, what's de use ? l's boun' to grow a noddle, Like every goosey, goosey, goose, An' waddle, waddle, waddle! "But Mama say: ‘Don't talk dat way! Come, waddle like a mild goose, F'om side to side, wid proper pride- Not like a woodsy wild goose! Dey's plenty usedey's plenty use! Come, git yo' education! See how to waddle an' tote yo noddle Accordin' to yo’ station !'” OM THE PET De little white chicken dat's petted too much Gits stunted in growth f'om de sp’ilin' touch. An' she'll nuver make a hen so brave an' good As ef she went a-pickin', an' worked wid de brood. An' she ain't by 'erself in dat, in dat- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat. MMOJA THE GUINEA-HEN Sis' Guinea, in proud week-day clo'es Forgits how she was hatched outdo's; Wid 'er red boot chicks, she cuts a dash, An' calls 'er neighbors “Po' trash! Po trash!"I But she ain't by 'erself in dat- But she ain't by 'erself in dat. The guinea-fowl strays away from home and makes her nest in the fields. The newly hatched guinea- chicks are beautiful. dainty things, with coral-colored feet which look very fine. The guinea's cry, loud and harsh, sounds like "Potterack!" or ''Poor trash!" 13 THE MOON Dey say Sis' Moon daresn't shine at night Cep'n by Marse Sun's allowance o light, An' whilst he's away whar de yether moons are She don't even dast to wink at a star. An' she ain't de onies' wife like dat- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat. A GUILTY CONSCIENCE Dat little yaller pup's got so many lickin's For pesterin' all de ducks an' chickens, Dat whenever he hears any barn-yard strife, He looks over his shoulder an' runs for 's life. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat. WO 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 oľ mothers. An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat. 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 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. V MM nu IR 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. 84 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. 2. LE -- 25 - he Culi 'Mw 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. 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, 'Caʼze 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'. 88 DIAN 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. 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. 91 KEMUNTII THE BLACK SHEEP De black sheep says, “Oh, what's de use To shun de mire an' de muddy sluice? For whether I walks for praise or blame, Dey'll call me 'black sheep, jes de same!” An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. 93 THE PRIZE-WINNER Dat Berkshire horg in de blue ribbon pen Come home wid de heavy-weight prize again; He looks mighty pompious in 'is stall, But he's on'y a fat horg, after all. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat. 94