Possum

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!