Classic Poem

There was an old darky and his name was Uncle Ned
And he died a long time ago;
He had no wool on the top of his head
In the place where the wool ought to grow.

Now listen to me, boys, I will tell you the truth
I will tell it in words very brief,
All the Democrats are working on the State Highway job
And the Republicans are all on Relief.

So lay down the shovel and the hoe,
Hang up the fiddle and the bow;
The old white man's in worse shape today
Than the darky was a long time ago.