In Tuskegee.

In Tuskegee, in Tuskegee,
(The name it was appealed to me),
I met a little nigger boy
And he it was revealed to me
The never-ending source of joy
That purely flowed without alloy
In Tuskegee, in Tuskegee.

"Twas there that water-melons grew,
Green eggs that Alabama laid
For little nigger boys to chew
And mammies to make marmalade;
Great water-melons cool as dew
To hide within so none could see
The brown young cheeks in Tuskegee.

"Twas there that chickens used to hop
With tail astern and chin afore
For little nigger boys to pop
Behind their little pinafore,
And none to cry upon them "Stop!"
No chickens under locks and key
Allowed to live in Tuskegee.

In Tuskegee, in Tuskegee,
They've built a great big College there
And wise and learned men employ
To teach the fruits of knowledge there.
I wonder if they've half the joy
Of that one little nigger boy
I've told about, who used to be
In Tuskegee, in Tuskegee.
(The name it was appealed to me).

—S.E.