This Great God, Like a mammy bending over her baby, Kneeled down in the dust Toiling over a lump of clay Till… — James Weldon Johnson

With his head in his hands,

God thought and thought,

Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

And God smiled again,

And the rainbow appeared,

And curled itself around his shoulder.

So God stepped over to the edge of the world

And He spat out the seven seas;

He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;

He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;

And the waters above the earth came down,

The cooling waters came down.