BUTLER’S BALLAD

Arisen at dawn, New day, new tale,

My misery starts, poor son of fate,

A norm for me, despaired soul,

As I draft this, put me in your intercession,

Your frustrated black butler.

 

Rude demands, his way of saying hi,

You mad sir, I can’t comprehend why,

What you command I comply,

 As I draft this, put me in your intercession,

 your despondent, black butler.

 

 

 

I witness all manner of contempt,

 My padrone, his wife, their daughter,

 All I do is weep, no time for laughter,

I long for my life to change for the better,

 As I draft this, put me in your intercession.

 

 

 

 Today, guests come in,

 To serve them as they wine and dine,

  Fresh tasty rice and fine white wine,

 As I draft this put me in your intercession,

 I toil all day like a mule, your Negro butler.

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