Once riding in Old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "n******g."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
of all the things that happened there
Thats all that I remember.