This verse: From Rainbow Round My Shoulder: The Blue Trail of Black Ulysses - Page 48, by Howard Washington Odum - 1928 - 322 pages

ONE MO' ROUNDER GONE

She sent for doctors, doctors all did come,
Sometimes they walk, sometimes they run,
An' it's one mo' rounder gone.

reminds me of this rhyme from Talley's 1922 "Negro Folk Rhymes" {Kennikat Press edition, pps. 71-72

FORTY FOUR
If de people'll jes gimme
Des a liddle bit o' peace,
I'll tell 'em what happen
To de Chief o' Perlice.
He met a robber
Right at de do!
An' de robber, he shot 'im
Wid a forty-fo!
He shot dat Perliceman.
He shot 'm sho!
What did he shoot 'im wid?
A forty-fo'.

Dey sent fer de Doctah
An' de Doctah he come.
He come in a hurry.
He come in a run.
He come wid his instriments
Right in his han',
To progue an' find
Dat forty-fo', Man!
De Doctah he progued;
He progued 'm sho!
But he jes couldn' find
Dat forty-fo'.

Dey sent fer de Preachah,
An' de preachah he come.
He come in a walk,
An' he come in to talk.
He come wid' 'is Bible,
Right in 'is han',
An' he read from dat chapter,
Forty-fo' Man!
Dat Preachah, he read.
He read, I know.
What Chapter dis he read frum?
'Twus Forty-fo!