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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Little Brown Baby
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Little brown baby wif spa`klin` eyes,  
    Come to yo` pappy an` set on his knee.
   What you been doin`, suh — makin` san` pies?
    Look at dat bib — you`s es du`ty ez me.
   Look at dat mouf — dat`s merlasses, I bet;
    Come hyeah, Maria, an` wipe off his han`s.
   Bees gwine to ketch you an` eat you up yit,
    Bein` so sticky an sweet — goodness lan`s!
   Little brown baby wif spa`klin` eyes,
   Who`s pappy`s darlin` an` who`s pappy`s chile?
  Who is it all de day nevah once tries
   Fu` to be cross, er once loses dat smile?
  Whah did you git dem teef? My, you`s a scamp!
   Whah did dat dimple come f`om in yo` chin?
  Pappy do` know you — I b`lieves you`s a tramp;
   Mammy, dis hyeah`s some ol` straggler got in!

  Let`s th`ow him outen de do` in de san`,
   We do` want stragglers a-layin` `roun` hyeah;
  Let`s gin him `way to de big buggah-man;
   I know he`s hidin` erroun` hyeah right neah.
  Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do`,
   Hyeah`s a bad boy you kin have fu` to eat.
  Mammy an` pappy do` want him no mo`,
   Swaller him down f`om his haid to his feet!

  Dah, now, I t`ought dat you`d hug me up close.
   Go back, ol` buggah, you sha`n`t have dis boy.
  He ain`t no tramp, ner no straggler, of co`se;
   He`s pappy`s pa`dner an` play-mate an` joy.
  Come to you` pallet now — go to yo` res`;
   Wisht you could allus know ease an` cleah skies;
  Wisht you could stay jes` a chile on my breas`—
   Little brown baby wif spa`klin` eyes!
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