Listen here now, Sistern 'n Bredren! It's just 'bout time you looks ahead, Or to somewhere hot you'll soon be headin' When once you turns up cold and daid. Dat means you gives up snatchin' chickens Stop your 'sociatin wit dose 'Gallopin Dominoes' No more ob dat promishus corn-likker'n Or down to Ol' Nick an' hell you surely goes. As fer you, Sistern, stop dem waggin' tongues, All dat powder, bleachin 'n dat paint, Ain't goin' to help you up dose heav'nly rungs, De Lord, he knows whut all us darkies ain't! I sorta sees dose good ol' 'Green Pastures' Wit' all dem angels singin' an' playin' Just think ob seein' white-robed, livin' 'statures' An' ol' St. Peter busy with all ob de okayin'! Now 'fore you goes into de wicked world agin' De deacons'll pass aroun' de collection plates, Remember, salvation's free but not so my preachin' Sing de nex' hymn wit your eye on dose Pearly Gates! --P. M. L.