Ben King's Verse/Like De Ole Mule Bes'

Some folks is so't o' pa'shal to de cattle roun' de  fa'm, Ter make a pet ob animals dey find hit so't of balm, While odders 'fer de poultry stock; de goose, en duck, en hen Is often made de mos' ob by de wisess kind ob men. Some like de brindle mooley cow 'nd 'low dey hab de sense Ter pear ter know dere massa we'n dey see 'im at de  fence. Some like the yearlin' colt; I've raly seed men stand aroun' An pet a hoss all day, 'nd rub his legs en fetlocks down; But gibbin all de animals de faires' kind ob tes' I so't o' like de ole mule bes'.

Some pet de mockin' bird en robin redbress' an' de  linnit; Some like de gobbler kase he's struttin' roun' mos' ebery minute. Some like de peacock fo' his pride, an' den some like de dog, Whilst odders fo companionship have prefunce fo' de  hog. Some fa'mers like de wedder sheep, en some de little lam', De billy-goat, an' nanny-goat, whilst odders 'fer de  ram. Some like de little week-ol' calf w'en buntin' roun' hits mudder, An' some folks dey like one thing an' den some folks like anudder; But 'f all de stock I'se raised wid in de Souf, er Eas' er Wes' I so't o like de ole mule bes'.

Dars sompin' meekly 'bout 'im, hits de fac' he isn't  bold An' de 'spression on 'is face is like de holy saints ob  old; When he sort o' histe 'is heel up like 's gwine ter hit de sky He's simply exhcisin' jes ter pestervate a fly. An' de why he 'pears embarrass'd is kase nature had ter fail. An' made 'im sort o' long on ears, en kind o' short on tail. But den he's mo den 'tatched ter me, and know I is  his frien' An' we done made up our mind ter stick tergedder ter de end; So dar's no use ob yo' axin' me, yo's done had time ter guess I so't o' like de ole mule bes'.

I used ter like Lucindy, but den 'Cindy couldn't  stay, An' little Sim, I worshiped so, de angles coaxed away, An' Lize Anne, an' br'er Zeph dere up dar on de hill, I pa'shley think I hear 'em, too, w'en all aroun' is  still; Yo' see I'se mo' den lonesome heah, wid nobody ter talk, Er hide behin' de lilac trees adown de garden walk, Dat w'en I look at dat ole mule I feel so full ob woe 'Bout little Sim 'at rode on 'im, an 'taint so long ago, Ob all de frien's dat's lef' me now, I 'raly mus' confess I so't o' like de ole mule bes'.