Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin, Where the rain came down and leaked within, A young mother frozen on a concrete floor, With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw. Well saturday gives what sunday steals, And a child is born on his brother's heels, Come sunday morn the first-born is dead, In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red. Tupelo-o-o! Hey, Tupelo! You will reap just what you sow.

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