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NEGRO DIALECT VERSES             195
I'm de swiftest thing on de pike, Kase I rides de swellest bike,
De tandem kind, wid a gal'on behind, An' we leads evah thing we strike. I'm de sassiest sort of a coon— De worst dis side of de moon.
I shimmers along, a'singin' a song, To de music of dis here tune.
I'm de only one of de kind
Dat de black folks evah could find;
I'm red-hot game, an' I'm known to fame, Kase I nevah was left behind. Dey wants me on de gin'ral's staff, An' dey howls for my photograph;
When I blows in view, on de avenue, I'm ahead three mile and a half.
I'm de dudest coon of 'em all, An* de beau-i-deal of de ball;
I'm de ladies' pet, of de cullud set, An' de model for spring and fall. I'm de head of de high degree, An' de fruit on de 'simmon tree;
I goes wid a vim, kase I'm in de swim, An' about de whole thing is me.