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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

Fu' de wintah weathah's come widout a-askin' ouah desiah,
An' he's laughin' in his sleeve at whut he foun';
Fu' dey ain't nobody ready wid dey fuel er dey food, 
An' de money bag look timid lak, fu' sho',
So we want ouah Chrismus sermon, but we'd lak it ef you could 
Leave a little Chrismus basket at de do'.

Wha's de use o' tellin' chillen 'bout a Santy er a Nick,
An' de sto'ies dat a body allus tol'?
When de harf is gray wid ashes an' you has n't got a stick 
Fu' to warm dem when dey little toes is col'?
Wha 's de use o' preachin' 'ligion to a man dat's sta'ved to def,
An' a-tellin' him de Mastah will pu'vide?
Ef you want to tech his feelin's, save yo' sermons an' yo' bref,
Tek a little Chrismus basket by yo' side.

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