document.write("Aunt Sue has a head full of stories.<br />Aunt Sue has a whole heart full of stories.<br />Summer nights on the front porch<br />Aunt Sue cuddles a brown-faced child to her bosom<br />And tells him stories.<br />Black slaves<br />Working in the hot sun,<br />And black slaves<br />Walking in the dewy night,<br />And black slaves<br />Singing sorrow songs on the banks of a mighty river<br />Mingle themselves softly<br />In the flow of old Aunt Sue’s voice,<br />Mingle themselves softly<br />In the dark shadows that cross and recross<br />Aunt Sue’s stories.<br />And the dark-faced child, listening,<br />Knows that Aunt Sue’s stories are real stories.<br />He knows that Aunt Sue never got her stories<br />Out of any book at all,<br />But they came<br />Right out of her own life.<br />The dark-faced child is quiet<br />Of a summer night<br />Listening to Aunt Sue’s stories.");