LOOK OUT PAR DOWN BELOW.
Copyright. 1897, by Wm. B. Gray & Co.
Words and Music by Williams A Walker.
Come here, little children, and I am gwine to tell to you
'Bout a story dat am very, very true,
It was just' along in 'possum time, when all de colored folks were trying
To lay up fat and bacon 'gainst de storm.
I had a 'possum up de tree, and de way dat rascal grinned at me,
You could tell dat he knew trouble was around;
But when I got up in de tree, I made a grave mistake, you see,
And sawed de limb between de tree and me.
I hollered "Look out dar down below,"
Fo' something got to drop, you know;
But I never least suspected,
Dat I'd been the one selected.
But I found out soon's de limb let go.
When I woke and looked around, I found myself upon de ground.
And de 'possum scamp'ring to another tree;
Dat my feeling was distressed, dey can hardly be expressed,
I felt just like a chicken fricassee;
Now, children, dat will show to you a maxim dat am always true,
To always look around before you leap;
Or else you find yourself, you see, just like de 'possum, tree and me.
And land down at de bottom in a heap.-chorus.