I had an old black Mammy who used to sing to me
All kinds of funny litle songs and funny poetry;
All a bout a "heap o' things", but the song that I liked best 
Was the one she sang when I went to sleep 
With my head upon her breast. 
'Twas "Hi!" said de Possum, "des shake dat 'simmon tree"
"Golly,"said de Rabbit, "you's a shakin' dem on me!" 
Den dey picked wid der claws, 
And dey licked der paws, 
An' dey tuk a heap home to der Maws, 
A heap, oh a heap, honey, home to der Maws, 
Oh a heap, oh a heap, oh a heap, heap, heap, 
To der Maws
Then I would raise my head and beg, 
"Oh sing it once a gain." 
And she would say 
"Hush, honey chile!"
And rock and pat me. 
Then, "Hi!" said de Pos--sum, "des shake dat 'simmon tree,"
"Golly!'said de Rabbit,"you's a shak-in'dem on me!
"Den dey picked wid der claws,
And dey licked der paws, 
And dey tuk a heap home to der Maws,
A heap, oh a heap, honey, home to der Maws, 
Oh a heap, oh a heap, oh a heap, heap, heap, oh a heap.
But I never heard the end, because I always fell asleep