My dad, who is almost 90, learned this poem before he entered 1st grade. This is his version:
LLittle Joey, by the doorstep
Of a little cabin, lay
Pouring gravel through his fingers,
And his mammy heard him say,

"Ain't nobody, cain't nobody
Love a little colored boy don't guess.
Teacher raps me, mammy slaps me
And I longs for love I 'fess.

I just wish when mammy calls me
She'd say 'Come here Honey Lamb,'
Stead of sayin', 'Get here Joey,
Or I shall give you a slam!'

If I'd die folks 'ould miss me,
Lay some flowers 'round my head;
Mammy 'ould cry and maybe kiss me.
Yes, I mostly wish I's dead."

Mammy smiled, while love and pity
Struggled with a touch of pride;
Then she hastened to the window
And in a loving tone she cried,
"Come in Honey Lamb,
You's getting all tanned up,
And the grand folks passing by
Will think you's Irish, like as not."