Met a little pickaninny,
Wand'ring down the street one day,
Looking so forlorn and lonely,
Seemed that he had lost his way.
Someone asked him what is name was,
This little tot with kinky head,
Looking up with his big brown eyes,
This is what he said:
Ev'rybody calls me honey,
Don't know why they do,
Maybe it's because my Mammy calls me honey too;
Ain't been around any honey bees,
'Fraid that they might sting me,
Still ev'rybody calls me honey,
You can call me honey too.
When a little bot o' fellow
Folks said he was like a rose,
Wondered what they ought to call him,
even Mammy didn't know;
From his eyes the sun beams peepin'
Told of a disposition sweet;
That's the reason he'll tell you this,
Should you ever meet.
Lyons, Joe and Straight, Charley, "Ev'rybody Calls Me Honey" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 360.
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