Gather Out Of Star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust,

The Depression Brought Everybody Down A Peg Or Two. And The Negroes Had But Few Pegs To Fall.

I Stay Cool, And Dig All Jive, That's The Way I Stay Alive. My Motto, As I Live And Learn, Is Dig And Be Dug In Return.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

Words Like Freedom There Are Words Like Freedom Sweet And Wonderful To Say. On My Heartstrings Freedom Sings All Day Everyday. There Are Words Like Liberty That Almost Make Me Cry. If You Had Known What I Know You Would Know Why.

I’s Been Livin’ A Long Time In Yesterday, Sandy Chile, An’ I Knows There Ain’t No Room In De World Fo’ Nothin’ Mo’n Love. I Know, Chile! Ever’thing There Is But Lovin’ Leaves A Rust On Yo’ Soul. An’ To Love Sho ‘nough, You Got To Have A Spot In Yo’ Heart Fo’ Ever’body – Great An’ Small, White An’ Black, An’ Them What’s Good An’ Them What’s Evil – ‘cause Love Ain’t Got No Crowded-out Places Where De Good Ones Stay An’ De Bad Ones Can’t Come In. When It Gets That Way, Then It Ain’t Love.