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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Expectation
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You `ll be wonderin` whut `s de reason
    I `s a grinnin` all de time,
  An` I guess you t`ink my sperits
    Mus` be feelin` mighty prime.
  Well, I `fess up, I is tickled
    As a puppy at his paws.
  But you need n`t think I`s crazy,
    I ain` laffin` `dout a cause.

  You`s a wonderin` too, I reckon,
    Why I does n`t seem to eat,
  An` I notice you a lookin`
    Lak you felt completely beat
  When I `fuse to tek de bacon,
    An` don` settle on de ham.
  Don` you feel no feah erbout me,
    Jes` keep eatin`, an` be ca`m.

  Fu` I`s waitin` an` I`s watchin`
    `Bout a little t`ing I see--
  D` othah night I`s out a walkin`
    An` I passed a `simmon tree.
  Now I`s whettin` up my hongry,
    An` I`s laffin` fit to kill,
  Fu` de fros` done turned de `simmons,
    An` de possum `s eat his fill.

  He done go`ged hisse`f owdacious,
    An` he stayin` by de tree!
  Don` you know, ol` Mistah Possum
    Dat you gittin` fat fu` me?
  `T ain`t no use to try to `spute it,
    `Case I knows you`s gittin` sweet
  Wif dat `simmon flavoh thoo you,
    So I`s waitin` fu` yo` meat.

  An` some ebenin` me an Towsah
    Gwine to come an` mek a call,
  We jes` drap in onexpected
    Fu` to shek yo` han`, dat`s all.
  Oh, I knows dat you `ll be tickled,
    Seems lak I kin see you smile,
  So pu`haps I mought pu`suade you
    Fu` to visit us a while.
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