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Look hyeah, folks, you hyeah dat change?
  Dat ba'k is sha'per dan de res'.
Dat ere soun' ain't nothin' strange,—
  Dat dog 's talked his level bes'.
Somep'n' 's treed, I know de soun'.
  Dah now,—wha 'd I tell you? see!
Dat ere dog done run him down;
  Come hyeah, he'p cut down dis tree.
Ah, Mistah 'Possum, we got you at las'—
Need n't play daid, laying dah on de groun';
Fros' an' de 'simmons has made you grow fas',—
Won't he be fine when he 's roasted up brown!

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