Classic Poem

First time I saw little Weevil he was on the western plain,
Next time I saw him he was riding a Memphis train.
He was seeking him a home, a happy home.

Next time I saw him he was settin' on a cotton square.
The next time I saw him he had his family there.
He was seeking him a home, a happy home.

Next time I saw him he was runnin' a spinnin' wheel;
The next time I saw him he was ridin' in an automobile.
He was seeking him a home, a happy home.

Mr. Merchant said to the farmer, " Well what do you think of that?
If you'll get rid of little Weevil, I'll give you a Stetson hat. "
He's seeking him a home, a happy home.

Mr. Farmer took little Weevil and put him in paris green.
" Thank you, Mr. Farmer; it's the best I ever seen.
I'm going to have a home, a happy home. "

Then he took little Weevil, put him in a block of ice.
" Thank you, Mr. Farmer; it is so cool and nice.
I'm going to have a home, a happy home. "

Mr. Farmer then got angry and sent him up in a balloon.
" Good-by, Mr. Farmer; I'll see you again next June.
I'll be seeking me a home, a happy home. "

Little Weevil took Mr. Farmer, throwed him in the sand,
Put on Mr. Farmer's overcoat, stood up like a natural man.
I'm going to have a home, a happy home. "

Little Weevil said to the sharp-shooter, " Better get up on your feet.
Look down across the Delta at the cotton we'll have to reap.
We've got us a home, a happy home. "

Mr. Merchant said to the farmer, " I can not see your route.
Got a mortgage on old Beck and Kate; just as well be taking them out.
And bring them home, and bring them home. "

" Come on, old woman, and we will travel out West.
The weevils et up everything we've got but your old cotton dress.
And it's full of holes, it's full of holes. "