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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Possum
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Ef dey `s anyt`ing dat riles me
    An` jes` gits me out o` hitch,
  Twell I want to tek my coat off,
    So `s to r`ar an` t`ar an` pitch,
  Hit`s to see some ign`ant white man
    `Mittin` dat owdacious sin--
  Wen he want to cook a possum
    Tekin` off de possum`s skin.

  W`y dey ain`t no use in talkin`,
    Hit jes` hu`ts me to de hea`t
  Fu` to see dem foolish people
    Th`owin` `way de fines` pa`t.
  W`y, dat skin is jes` ez tendah
    An` ez juicy ez kin be;
  I knows all erbout de critter--
    Hide an` haih--don`t talk to me!

  Possum skin is jes lak shoat skin;
    Jes` you swinge an` scrope it down,
  Tek a good sha`p knife an` sco` it,
    Den you bake it good an` brown.
  Huh-uh! honey, you `s so happy
    Dat yo` thoughts is `mos` a sin
  When you `s settin` dah a-chawin`
    On dat possum`s cracklin` skin.

  White folks t`ink dey know `bout eatin`,
    An` I reckon dat dey do
  Sometimes git a little idee
    Of a middlin` dish er two;
  But dey ain`t a t`ing dey knows of
    Dat I reckon cain`t be beat
  Wen we set down at de table
    To a unskun possum`s meat!
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