Classic Poem

I tellen' you, my honey,
Dat you better make de money
Whilst de light is still a-shinin' in de skies;
Whilst de weather lookin' sunny
Ain't de bees a-makin' honey?
Hit's de money, Oh, my honey, wins de prize!

I tellin' you, my honey,
You kin buil' a worl' wid money,
En brighten up its winter en its spring;
De bigges' gate is swingin'
W'en de dollar come a-ringin'—
Dey allus know de dollar by its ring!

But, atter all, my honey,
W'en you gives yo' life fer money,
En de shadders 'gin ter gether roun' you fas',
W'en trouble come a-sighin',
En de heart er you is cryin',
Hit's Love dat bring de comfort ter you las'!