Once there was a fisherman name Duttifoot who live inna one likkle village inna Orange Bay Jamaica. im get dis name becaze him nevva wear shoes an always av a dutty foot from walking round barefoot all di time. Duttifoot was a simple man who love deh outside an spen most a him time a tek care a fi him farm. Dis mek fi him foot cake up inna mud an dirt, a so im get im name Duttifoot.

Dutti frequently spen fi im evevins inna town square weh him cud ave a cold one an dance tu ska muzik fram im native land. One evenin a group of travelas pan dem way tu Port Antonio happen fi stap by di square weh dem see a huge crowd movin tu di muzik. As di travelas move closa dem si Dutti dancing away of course, wid im bare feet. Dutti moves did suh quick an smood dat it look like him did inna trance, but Dutti was just jammin. Afta di muzik dun di people dem clap an Dutti just skin im teet.

Afta Dutti dun entertain di peeple dem, one of di travelas aks  weh dem cud get sum gud fish. Dutti tell dem fi falla him tu  him fish shack pan di beach an him cook up a hearty helpin of jerk fish an bammie fi dem an dem neva bin suh excited bout food before. At di end of di dinna dem did ready fi pay Dutti but im turn dem dung. Dutti neva just sell fish tu di locals, him often gi di fish dem tu di people can afford tu buy fish.  Dutti was very kind tuh di travelas pan dis day.  Afta tekkin lots of pikchas wid a happy DuttiFoot di travelas dem thenk him an pramis fi return di nex year. Since den peeple still cum fi si Dutti dance an nyam jerk fish by di sea.