Him Battie Outa Doh
Mama luk pon Johnnie a hide a go home
Him battie outa dor
A lunch him was de las last one fe lef de class
Mama him draw de chair all day, dat teacha bal atta him
A dont know why him Muma no patch him pants
She always a tell people how she sew caan clothes
So Mama how we know nobady, weh she sew fah
Everytime me round Miss Cherry, she talk bout, nobady caan sew like har sister
Mama dem sey him Muma mad, mad, a tru
Mama if she caan patch Johnnie pants yuh tink she crazy
Den Mama you tink she blind to
Den Mama Johnnie no mus feel de cool breeze pon him battie
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Him battie outa dor
A lunch him was de las last one fe lef de class
Mama him draw de chair all day, dat teacha bal atta him
A dont know why him Muma no patch him pants
She always a tell people how she sew caan clothes
So Mama how we know nobady, weh she sew fah
Everytime me round Miss Cherry, she talk bout, nobady caan sew like har sister
Mama dem sey him Muma mad, mad, a tru
Mama if she caan patch Johnnie pants yuh tink she crazy
Den Mama you tink she blind to
Den Mama Johnnie no mus feel de cool breeze pon him battie
***If using poem, please give credit, for these poems are originals!
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