A Grievance

Wen de snow 's a-fallin'     An' de win' is col'.     Mammy 'mence a-callin',     Den she 'mence to scol',     "Lucius Lishy Brackett,     Don't you go out do's,     Button up yo' jacket,     Les'n you 'll git froze."     I sit at de windah     Lookin' at de groun',     Nuffin nigh to hindah,     Mammy ain' erroun';     Wish 't she would n' mek me     Set down in dis chaih;     Pshaw, it would n't tek me     Long to git some aih.     So I jump down nimble     Ez a boy kin be,     Dough I 's all a-trimble     Feahed some one 'll see;     Bet in a half a minute     I fly out de do'     An' I 's knee-deep in it,     Dat dah blessed snow.     Den I hyeah a pattah     Come acrost de flo'.     Den dey comes a clattah     At de cabin do';     An' my mammy holler     Spoilin' all my joy,     "Come in f'om dat waller,     Don't I see you, boy?"     Wen de snow 's a-sievin'     Down ez sof ez meal,     Whut 's de use o' livin'     'Cept you got de feel     Of de stuff dat's fallin'     'Roun' an' white an' damp,     'Dout some one a-callin',     "Come in hyeah, you scamp!"