SCRAW-NEE RON-NEE, SCRAW-NEE RON-NEE. Ronnie was a boy in my school. He was darker than the rest of us white kids. He had really curly hair. He spoke English with an accent.
SCRAW-NEE RON-NEE, SCRAW-NEE RON-NEE. Ronnie wasn't very smart. He could not read well. He could not do simple a...
“I’ve got to haul a load of grain into town. Who wants to come?” asked my father. Almost always, the answer was: “Take me!”