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Oh my God.
The black boy with a white soul:
"The black lamplighter's skin is so black! His face looks so dark among the fog!"
The black lamplighter is contented regardless. His friends are the fireflies who compare themselves to his lamp.
Then one day as he slept, his guardian angel showed him the color of his soul. He could not believe it! The black lamplighter had a white soul. A soul that was as white as the whitest dove in the town square.
Now he doesn't care if there's fog tonight. He sings:
"My skin may be black, but my soul is white like a daisy!"
Frog: now the black boy's happy and the story's over!