Bot Abraham tel im, ‘Son, memba wen yuu wende liv, yo wehn gat'ih gud ahn Lazarus wehn gat'ih bad. Bot now him deh gat'ih gud, ahn yuu dah di wan weh deh ponish.
Bot di fos ting bout di pipl dem weh gat di wizdom weh kom fahn God, dah dem liv wan uova kliin laif. Dehn lov piis ahn dehn kansidariet; dehn nuo dehn plies ahn dehn ful a morsy ahn dehn du kain tingz fi di pipl dem. Dehn triit evrybady di siem wie, ahn dehn neva two-fies!
Lisn yah! Dah mony weh unu huol bak fahn di man dem weh wehn work iina unu grong, deh baal out gens unu. Ahn di Laad God Aalmaity hier di workman dem deh baal.