Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss

I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Money and art are far apart.