Expectation
You ‘ll be wonderin’ whut ‘s de reasonI ‘s a grinnin’ all de time,An’ I guess you t’ink my speritsMus’ be feelin’ mighty prime.Well, I ‘fess up, I is tickledAs 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 beatWhen 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 PossumDat you gittin’ fat fu’ me?‘T ain’t no use to try to ‘spute it,‘Case I knows you’s gittin’ sweetWif dat ‘simmon flavoh thoo you,So I’s waitin’ fu’ yo’ meat.
An’ some ebenin’ me an TowsahGwine to come an’ mek a call,We jes’ drap in onexpectedFu’ 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 youFu’ to visit us a while.