Abraham Lincoln Was The King Of The Jews -- Performance Poem

I was night clerk at a transient hotel when Wayman saw me reading a Lincoln book and came over with his big moist red eyes and said he was so glad.  I knew about Lincoln, he said, so I knew the rest of the poem he couldn't remember.  He said everybody knew it in his neighborhood when he was growing up.  He said, here's the start:

Abraham Lincoln was the King of the Jews
He wore buckskin breeches and brogan shoes
He came off the train with his dick in his hand
And said, Pardon me ladies, I'm a railroad man

Man, did I want to know the rest of that.  But Wayman didn't remember.  Years later I realized that there was still one way I could know what was in that poem.  And that was to make it up. 

This performance poem begins with a slightly altered version of Wayman's lines from what I later learned is the African-American "toast" tradition, then turns to a tale of the greatness in us all.