Classic Poem

Times am hard and money is
As scarce as scarce can be.
I got no job. I got no chance
But it all de same to me.

I ain't worrying myself
About de way things seem
I takes life jis de way it comes
I finds it heap more fun.

Once I had an easy job
Working on Broadway,
Jes a little work each day
For which I used to draw my pay.
I lost dat job. I got dead broke
I don't know who's to blame.
Been looking now for six long months
But I's living jes de same.

Time is hard and money is as scarce
As de hair upon a flea.
And dat ain't all it's even scarcer
Dan dat wid me.
What wuz and is and is to be
I never lets it worry me.
If de sky is clear and long comes de rain
I ain't gon try to stop it by working my brain.
I keep my mind from troubles free
Dat is my philosophy.

De good book says dat everything
Will come to dem dat wait.
I believe de something and I'm satisfied
For to git mine at dat rate.