noon
I aims to start me a fried fish wagon in Poteland . Figgah out de profits . Heah 's de ol' rivah dusty wid smelt fish . Heah 's de Poteland niggahs cravin ' to ` sorb fish mawnin ' , night , an ' noon . I gits me some fryin ' pans an ' I cooks me up some fresh fish every day . Dey do n't cost me nuthin ' . I collects two bits a panful .