Wunst he bringed us some, one trip,
Tied up in a piller-slip:
Pa says, when Ma cooked it, "MY!
This-here's gooder'n you _buy_!"

Ponchus _pats_ fer me an' sings;
An' he says most _funny_ things!
Ponchus calls a dish a "_deesh_"--
Yes, an' _he_ calls fishes "_feesh_"!

When Ma want him eat wiv us
He says, "'Skuse me--'deed you mus'!--
Ponchus know good manners, Miss.--
He aint eat wher' White-folks is!"

'Lindy takes _his_ dinner out
Wher' he's workin'--roun' about.--
Wunst he et his dinner, spread
In our ole wheel-borry-bed.

_Ponchus Pilut_ says "_'at's_ not
His _right_ name,--an' done fergot
What his _sho'-nuff_ name is now--
An' don' matter none _no_how!"

Yes, an' Ponchus he'ps Pa, too,
When our _butcherin's_ to do,
An' scalds hogs--an' says "Take care
'Bout it, er you'll _set the hair_!"