By Sandy Doone
Daily Illini, 22 Jan 1926
That cabin? I have seen a million more
With glassless windows, looking empty, old,
With falling door and roof all sunken in;
You have to see, you won't believe if told.
And I have travelled by on rainy days
And seen the water dripping through the cracks
To make small sluggish rivers on the floor.
Giving it the wetting that it lacks.
You'd think the place was empty, void of life,
But let me tell you, just give one halloo
And that place where the door should be will fill
With pickaninnies smiling through at you.