Me, I wen come sked, an right den an dea I wen yell, “Eh! I stay cut off from you, Da One In Charge!” But you wen hear me Yell to you fo help me An you wen help me.
But if I tell, “I no goin even tink bout Da One In Charge! I no goin talk fo him no moa!” Den, da tings he like me tell stay inside me, Jalike one fire stay burn inside me! Jalike my bones burning up inside. I stay tired from hold um inside. I no can hold um inside no moa.
Eh, my good frenz! No foget dis: You guys know dis stuff awready. Weneva you hear somebody talk, erybody gotta lissen real good firs befo dey talk. Az how dey no get all huhu real fas.