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Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
 * Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.

What you been doin', suh—makin' san' pies?
 * Look at dat bib—You's ez du'ty ez me.

Look at dat mouf—dat's merlasses, I bet;
 * Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his ban's.

Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
 * Bein' so sticky an' sweet—goodness lan's!

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes
 * Who's pappy's darlin' an' who's pappy's chile?

Who is it all de day nevah once tries
 * Fu' to be cross, er once loses dat smile?

Whah did you git dem teef? My, you's a scamp!
 * Whah did dat dimple come f 'om in yo' chin?

Pappy do' know you—I b'lieves you's a tramp;
 * Mammy, dis hyeah's some ol' straggler got in!

Let's th'ow him outen de do' in de san',
 * We do' want stragglers a-layin' 'roun' hyeah;

Let's gin him 'way to de big buggah-man;
 * I know he's hidin' erroun' hyeah right neah.

Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do',
 * Hyeah's a bad boy you kin have fu' to eat.

Mammy an' pappy do' want him no mo',
 * Swaller him down f'om his haid to his feet!