"Well, Ben, how did you like that tract
   I gave you one day?"
The country parson asked his man
   Who kept the weeds away.

"Ah, Massa, it was jes' for me,
   It sure did me some good;
I couldn't tell why call 'em 'tracks'
   But now I'm sure I could.

"For when I read that little book
   It track me everywhere;
It track me down the cellar-steps,
   It track me up the stair.

"It track me right out to de barn--
   'Den to de house it come;
It track me all aroun' de farm--
   At las' --it track me 'home.'

"It track me till I 'fessed my sins--
   Took dat I stole right back;
It done has tracked me to de Lawd--
   God bless yo' fer dat track!

"I jes' abouten wore it out--
   But did you wan' it back?
It's trackin' Mandy! An' I knows
   Jes' why you call it 'track.'"
  
     -  Effie O. Foss