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The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Appreciation

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185789The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar — AppreciationPaul Laurence Dunbar

        APPRECIATION
My muvver's ist the nicest one
    'At ever lived wiz folks;
She lets you have ze mostes' fun,
    An' laffs at all your jokes.

I got a ol' maid auntie, too,
    The worst you ever saw;
Her eyes ist bore you through and through,—
    She ain't a bit like ma.

She's ist as slim, as slim can be,
    An' when you want to slide
Down on ze balusters, w'y she
    Says 'at she's harrified.

She ain't as nice as Uncle Ben,
    What says 'at little boys
Won't never grow to be big men
    Unless they're fond of noise.

But muvver's nicer zan 'em all,
    She calls you, "precious lamb,"
An' let's you roll your ten-pin ball,
    An' spreads your bread wiz jam.

An' when you're bad, she ist looks sad,
    You fink she's goin' to cry;
An' when she don't you're awful glad,
    An' den you're good, Oh, my!

At night, she takes ze softest hand,
    An' lays it on your head,
An' says "Be off to Sleepy-Land
    By way o' trundle-bed."

So when you fink what muvver knows
    An' aunts an' uncle tan't,
It skeers a feller; ist suppose
    His muvver 'd been a aunt.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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