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, "Nigger."

     I saw the whole of Baltimore
     From May until December;
     Of all the things that happened there
    That's all that I remember.