3 Wen da clouds get plenny watta, Fo shua dey pour rain on top da earth. An no matta one tree fall down south side o north side, Fo shua goin stay da place wea wen fall down.
So he tell da worka guy dat take kea da field, ‘Three year now I stay come fo look if get fruit on dis fig tree, an no mo fig! Cut um down, fo no use up da dirt!’
Maybe somebody get plenny stuffs, an dey see dat dea braddah o sistah no mo notting, but dey no mo pity fo dem. How dey goin tell dat dey get love an aloha fo God? No way!