Classic Poem

Zella Wheeler! did I evah?
Playing with yo' ole dolls; Well!
Great, big gal, here, tall as mammy,
Big a baby as Estelle!

I'll tell daddy, Miss, this eb'nin',
And he'll pleg yo' life out sho';
Great big gal, with beaux a-comin',
Crawlin' 'round heah on the flo'!

Sunday noon, gwine tell the Elder;
Sunday night, I'm gwine tell E 1;
Needn't come heah tryin' to hug me!
You caint coax it out my head.

Yo' ole mammy's not gwine keep it,
Ed's gwine 'o hear it sho's you bo'n;
Shame on you! An' Ed a co'ting,
Playing dolls heah all the mo'n.

Them's yo' dolls! Think I don't know them,
When I bought them all myse'f?
Needn't try, caint fool yo' mammy,
Them's Estelle's tha on the shef.

Gwine tell Ed, and gwine tell daddy,
What's that noise! Who's that out tha'?
Give me them dolls, Lawd, here's Eddie!
Mussy sakes! Go bresh yo' ha'