Little Song on Housing

Here I come!
Been saving all my life 
To get a nice home 
For me and my wife.

     White folks flee—
     As soon as you see 
     My problems 
     And me!

Neighborhood's clean,
But the house is old,
Prices are doubled
When I get sold:
Still I buy.

     White folks fly— 
     Soon as you spy 
     My wife
     And I!

Next thing you know,
Our neighbors all colored are.
The candy store's
Turned into a bar:
White folks have left 
The whole neighborhood 
To my black self.

     White folks flee! 
     Still—there is me! 
     White folks, fly! 
     Here am I!