W'en I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big
an'black,
Dey's a kin' o' wa'nin' shivah goes a-scootin'
down my back;
Den I says to my ol' ooman ez I watches down
de lane,
"Don't you so't o' reckon, Lizy, dat we gwine
to have some rain?"
"Go on, man," my Lizy answah, "you cain't
bool me, not a bit,
I don't see no rain a-coming', ef you's wishin' fu'
it, quit,
Case de mo' you t'ink erbout it, an' de mo' you
pray an' wish,
W'y, de rain stay 'way de longah, spechul ef
you wants to fish."