Children’s Rhymes

When I was a chile we used to play, 
"One—two—buckle any shoe!" 
and things like that. But now, Lord, 
listen at them little varmints!

   By what sends
   the white kids
   I ain't sent:
   I know I can't 
   be President.

There is two thousand children 
in this block, I do believe!

   What don't bug
   them white kids
   sure bugs me:
   We knows everybody 
   ain't free!

Some of these young ones is cert❜ly bad— 
One batted a hard ball right through my window 
and my gold fish et the glass.

   What's written down
   for white folks 
   ain't for us a-tall:
   "Liberty And Justice—  
   Huh—For All."

   Oop-pop-a-da!
   Skee! Daddle-de-do!
   Be-bop!

   Salt' peanuts!

   De-dop!