Six Months Hence:
Things at the White House
Looking mighty curious,
Niggers running everywhere,
White people furious.
Niggers on the front porch.
Niggers on the gable,
Niggers in the dining room,
Niggers at the table.
Niggers in the sitting room
Making all the talk
Niggers in the ball room,
Doing cake walk.
Niggers in the east room,
Makes a mighty throng,
Niggers in the music room
Singing a coon song.
Niggers in the hallway
Taking off their wraps,
Niggers in the billiard room
Shooting game of craps.
Niggers in the store room
Packing ‘way their plunder,
Niggers in the bed room
Snoring like thunder.
Not a room in the White House
Without niggers many,
Baby in the nursery
A nigger pickaninny.
Nigger on the stairway
With very much satiety,
Nigger in the blue room
Assembled for society.
Niggers in the front porch,
Niggers in the back.
Niggers come in omnibus
And niggers come in hacks.
On they go to Washington
With a mighty rush,
Forty thousand niggers
Getting in the push.
There is trouble in the White House
More than you can tell;
Yelling like wild men,
Niggers raising hell.
I see a way to settle it
Just as clear as water,
Let Mr. Booker Washington
Marry Teddy’s daughter.
Or if this does not overflow
Teddy’s cup of joy.
Then let Miss Dinah Washington
Marry Teddy’s boy.
But everything is settled,
Roosevelt is dead;
Niggers in the White House
Cut off Teddy’s head.
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