De Wintah Styles
Come in, Aunt Jemima, Oh no,'taint wof while, I jis been out a lookin' At de wintah styles.
To see de change in coats, En how de hats will be, To go into dem stores, La! 'tis a sight to see.
I jis stans' en looks, En den I looks en t'inks What will be de next t'ing As we near de fashion's brink.
Case way back in my time, No sich styles as dese, Ever cums befo' de folks,— We dressed den as we pleased.
We wo' our linsey frocks, En 'kerchiefs on our head, En not dese great high hats, Heavy's eny lead.
But de styles dis day Am changed so from my time, Eberyt'ing is gay, En hiferlutin fine.
De hats dey am so bery high, Wid feathers all aroun', You can't tell what dey's made of, Or eben see de crown.
En chicken feathers, too, Dyed blue, red and green, En folks wid hats a struttin' De same as eny queen.