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 A LITTLE SOLILOQUY

We come into this little world, And we live our little day; And we speak our little prologue, And we act our little play.

And we blow our little trumpets, Give our little horns a toot; And we love our little maiden, And we press our little suit.

And we work at work a little, And a little while we fuss; And we make our litle money, Or we make our little bus'.

And we make a little racket, And perhaps a little name, And we play our little "futures" Till death ends our little game.

Then they preach a little sermon, And they sing a little stave, And they close our little coffin In a narrow little grave.  ✤ ✤ ✤ DE GHOS' CAT De ghos' cat wauks in de dark ob nite; His feet am padded en his step am lite; En he grabs de sinner en, karries him' way Ter burn en ter burn twel de jegment day.

De ghos' cat wauks all eroun' en eroun'; En he nebber meows, nebber mecks er soun'; But he lays on yo' bres' en sucks yo' bref En karries you 'way ter de house ob def.

De ghos' cat's comin'! you sinners, lookout! He's waukin' eroun' en eroun' erbout! En he's ready ter jump on one en all, Dat aint pervided wid de hebbenly call!  41