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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Wadin` In De Crick
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DAYS git wa`m and wa`mah,
School gits mighty dull,
Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs
Mus` feel mussiful.
Hookey`s wrong, I know it
Ain`t no gent`man`s trick;
But de aih`s a-callin`,
"Come on to de crick."
Dah de watah`s gu`glin`
Ovah shiny stones,
Des hit`s ve`y singin`
Seems to soothe yo` bones. 
W`at`s de use o` waitin`,
Go on good an` quick:
Dain`t no fun lak dis hyeah
Wadin` in de crick.
W`at dat jay-b`ud sayin`?
Bettah shet yo` haid,
Fus` t`ing dat you fin` out,
You`ll be layin` daid.
Jay-bu`ds sich a tattlah,
Des seem lak his trick
Fu` to tell on folkses
Wadin` in de crick.
Willer boughs a-bendin`,
Hidin` of de sky,
Wavin` kin` o` frien`ly
Ez de win` go by,
Elum trees a-shinin`,
Dahk an` green an` thick,
Seem to say, "I see yo`
Wadin` in de crick."
But de trees don` chattah,
Dey des look an` sigh
Lak hit`s kin` o` peaceful
Des a-bein` nigh,
An` yo` t`ank yo` Mastah
Dat dey trunks is thick
W`en yo` mammy fin`s you
Wadin` in de crick.
Den yo` run behin` dem
Lak yo` scaihed to def,
Mammy come a-flyin`,
Mos` nigh out o` bref;
But she set down gentle
An` she drap huh stick, — 
An, fus` t`ing, dey`s mammy
Wadin` in de crick.
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