| Accountability |
| Folks ain't got no right to censuah |
| othah folks about dey habits; |
| Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails |
| made de bobtails fu' de rabbits. |
| Him dat built de gread big mountains |
| hollered out de little valleys, |
| Him dat made de streets an' driveways |
| wasn't shamed to make de alleys. |
| We is all constructed diff'ent, |
| d'ain't no two of us de same; |
| We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, |
| ef we'se bad we ain't to blame. |
| Ef we'se good, we needn't show off, |
| case you bet it ain't ouah doin' |
| We gits into su'ttain channels |
| dat we jes' cain't he'p pu'suin'. |
| But we all fits into places |
| dat no othah ones could fill, |
| An' we does the things we has to, |
| big er little, good er ill. |
| John cain't tek de place o' Henry, |
| Su an' Sally ain't alike; |
| Bass ain't nuthin' like a suckah, |
| chub ain't nuthin' like a pike. |
| W'en you come to t'ink about it, |
| how it's all planned out it's splendid. |
| Nothin's done er evah happens, |
| 'dout hit's somefin' dat's intended; |
| Don't keer whut you does, you has to, |
| an' hit sholy beats de dickens,-- |
| Viney, go put on de kittle, |
| I got one o' mastah's chickens. |
| --Paul Laurence Dunbar |
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