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414 Well, mebbe so; I mout be, but I does n t think it s true; I aint so wise as Peter, but I knows a ting or two: Ef I kain t run as fast as some, I manages to crawl But Peter, Dat Peter! He thinks he knows it all. He wears a suit ob store-clo es, an a fine fibe dollar hat! Who eber heard de like afore ob sich gwine on as dat? He iles his har, he do; an goes a-sparkin eb ry night; Why Peter, Dat Peter! I guess he thinks he s white. I really think ef Peter would rent a leetle patch ob land, An settle down to crappin, dat he d hold a better hand; De debbil s gwine to set him back afore his game is done; But Peter, Dat Peter! He say he s twenty-one. Well, let de nigger slide I could say suffin ef I mout, But I has oder matters to be projeckin about. I se jubious how he'll come out hab to wait a while an see. But Peter, Dat Peter! He s most too much for me.