Little Folk

(W'itten in toddler)

There's little brudder sittin on da floor
he fell ova an crawled to da door
den little sista, playin outside
opened da door an made brudder cry

Little brudder said sista hit my head
sista said brudder shoulda bin in bed
little brudder thro a shoe cross da room
sista wopped his head wid a dirty ole broom

Mama sade yall betta quit that nose
I'm reading my bible an prayin to da Lode
with all this racket Jesus can't hear
make Jesus even say he gittin outta here

Den papa came home an rubbed brudder's  head
brudder cried more cause'a his hurt head
papa sade son why ain't ya glad
most times yu happy I rub ya head

Brudder sade papa yu don't know
wut sista bin doin while yu wus gone
sista dunin wopped my po little head
wid da big ole door and da dirty ole broom

Sista said, pa he such a babe
give me a hug don't worry bout him
mama even tode brudder, hush it up
an if he don't, she'd wup his butt

Den all got quiet, sittin down to eat
prayed to da Lode our soles to keep
den brudder started cryin all ova aginn
den sista got da broom
AN-WOPPED-EM-ON-DA-HEAD