An unremembered, sorrowful man,
Scarred body and black face
Yearning toward a starry sky,
Sat before a cabin door
And gave his soul to make the songs
You distort to a silly dancing rhythm.
You deny your heritage, put him to shame,
With narrow chest and pimpled skin.
You are mongrel,
Like your songs and your uke.*
There is nothing of beauty in you,
And I do not like you.
*Uke is short for ukelele.