Philosophy
I been t’inkin’ ’bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,’Bout hit bein’ people’s dooty, fu’ to keep dey faces bright;How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,Meetin’ evahbody roun’ us wid ouah very nicest smiles.
Dat ‘s all right, I ain’t a-sputin’ not a t’ing dat soun’s lak fac’,But you don’t ketch folks a-grinnin’ wid a misery in de back;An’ you don’t fin’ dem a-smilin’ w’en dey ‘s hongry ez kin be,Leastways, dat ‘s how human natur’ allus seems to ‘pear to me.
We is mos’ all putty likely fu’ to have our little cares,An’ I think we ‘se doin’ fus’ rate w’en we jes’ go long and bears,Widout breakin’ up ouah faces in a sickly so’t o’ grin,W’en we knows dat in ouah innards we is p’intly mad ez sin.
Oh dey ‘s times fu’ bein’ pleasant an’ fu’ goin’ smilin’ roun’,’Cause I don’t believe in people allus totin’ roun’ a frown,But it’s easy ‘nough to titter w’en de stew is smokin’ hot,But hit’s mighty ha’d to giggle w’en dey’s nuffin’ in de pot.