Chrismus Is A-Comin'

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Bones a-gittin' achy,
  Back a-feelin' col',
  Han's a-growin' shaky,
  Jes' lak I was ol'.
  Fros' erpon de meddah
  Lookin' mighty white;
  Snowdraps lak a feddah
  Slippin' down at night.
  Jes' keep t'ings a-hummin'
  Spite o' fros' an' showahs,
  Chrismus is a-comin'
  An' all de week is ouahs.

  Little mas' a-axin',
  "Who is Santy Claus?"
  Meks it kin' o' taxin'
  Not to brek de laws.
  Chillun 's pow'ful tryin'
  To a pusson's grace
  Wen dey go a pryin'
  Right on th'oo you' face
  Down ermong yo' feelin's;
  Jes' 'pears lak dat you
  Got to change you' dealin's
  So 's to tell 'em true.

  An' my pickaninny--
  Dreamin' in his sleep!
  Come hyeah, Mammy Jinny,
  Come an' tek a peep.
  Ol Mas' Bob an' Missis
  In dey house up daih
  Got no chile lak dis is,
  D' ain't none anywhaih.
  Sleep, my little lammy,
  Sleep, you little limb,
  He do' know whut mammy
  Done saved up fu' him.

  Dey 'll be banjo pickin',
  Dancin' all night thoo.
  Dey 'll be lots o' chicken,
  Plenty tukky, too.
  Drams to wet yo' whistles
  So 's to drive out chills.
  Whut I keer fu' drizzles
  Fallin' on de hills?
  Jes' keep t'ings a-hummin'
  Spite o' col' an' showahs,
  Chrismus day 's a-comin',
  An' all de week is ouahs.

© Paul Laurence Dunbar