Im black, beautiful and blessed
So my mother told herself
When as a young African village lass
Chance took her to study in another land
Some there frowned upon black
Out of ignorance, they judged by color
But to be black is no crime
Hue does not determine character or wit.
At a party, a wisecracker threw a jibe
He asked the African lass
If indeed all blacks lived in trees
It was meant to vex and cause mirth
Without missing a beat
Mom replied that indeed
All lived in trees
Foreign ambassadors had the biggest
And it was fun to watch them swing from branch to branch
Were the jibber in Africa,
He would be accorded the honor of the zoo
Because he had the sense of a monkey!
All round the party the laughter was explosive.