THE FOOL and the PERSIMMONS
I knowed a black man one time, what took a notion that he want a bite of persimmons, and the more what the notion took him, the more what he want 'em, and by and by, it look like he just naturally pleased to have 'em. He want the persimmons, and there they is in the tree. He mouth water, and there hang the persimmons.
Now then what do that black man do? When you and me wants persimmons, we goes and shakes the tree, and if they're good and ripe, down they comes, and if they're good and green, there they stays.
But this here other black man, he too smart for that. He just took and took he stand under the tree, and he open he mouth, he did, and wait for the persimmons for to drop in there. They ain't none drop in yet, and what's more, there ain't none going to drop in there.