Had one time, Isaac was real ol an his eye stay bad an he no see good. He tell his older boy Esau fo come by him. Wen Esau get dea, Isaac tell um, “Eh my boy!” Esau tell, “Yeah, I stay hea.”
Da time us get fo live, ony seventy year, Maybe eighty, if we strong. But no matta how long us guys live, Da bestes year, Still make us guys come real tired An give us plenny humbug. Cuz da year pass real fas, Jalike we fly away.