Dah's Brudder Sims! Dast slam yo’ Bible shet
An’ lef’ dat man alone — kase he's de boss
Ob all de preachahs ev’ I come across!
Day's no twis’ in dat gospil book, I bet,
Ut Brudder Sims cai n't splanify, an’ set
You’ min’ at eaze! W'at' s Moses an’ de Laws?
W'at' s fo'ty days an’ nights ut Noey toss
Aroun’ de Dil-ooge?— W'at dem Chillen et
De Lo'd rain down? W'at s'prise ole Joney so
In dat whale's inna'ds?— W'at dat laddah mean
Ut Jacop see?— an’ wha’ dat laddah go?—
Who clim dat laddah?— Wha’ dat laddah lean?—
An’ wha’ dat laddah now? “Dast chalk yo’ toe
Wid Faith,” sez Brudder Sims, “an’ den you know!”