Momma gotted a new church dress what makes her look like a sausage an' walk like a worm with two little feets stickin' outta the end. She axed me, do I looks pretty, George? An' I tole her ya; acause her face were lookin' okay I guess. Now I gots a bemember for to make a pray to God 'bout sorry I telled a lie when I gets to Sunday School. God prawlys gonna say, that bees okay Georgie, I woulda telled her she beed pretty too. Don't nobody wanna git my Momma mad first thing on the mornin'.