OPPORTUNITY

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Granny's gone a-visitin’,

Seen huh git huh shawl

W'en I was a-hidin’ down

Hime de gyahden wall.

Seen huh put her bonnet on,

Seen huh tie de strings,

An’ I'se gone to dreamin’ now

‘ Bout dem cakes an’ t'ings.

On de she'f behime de do’ —

Mussy, what a feas’!

Soon ez she gits out o’ sight,

I kin eat in peace.

I bin watchin’ fu’ a week

Des fu’ dis hyeah chance.

Mussy, w'en I gits in daih,

I'll des sholy dance.

Lemon pie an’ gingah-cake,

Let me set an’ t'ink —

Vinegah an’ sugah, too,

Dat'll mek a drink;

Ef dey's one t'ing dat I loves

Mos’ pu'ticlahly,

It is eatin’ sweet t'ings an’

A-drinkin’ Sangaree.

Lawdy, won’ po’ granny raih

W'en she see de she'f;

W'en I t'ink erbout huh face,

I's mos’‘ shamed myse'f.

Well, she gone, an‘ hyeah I is,

Back behime de do’ —

Look hyeah! gran’‘ s done‘ spected me,

Dai n't no sweets no mo’.

Evah sweet is hid erway,

Job des done up brown;

Pusson t'ink dat someun t'ought

Dey was t'eves erroun’;

Dat des breaks my heart in two,

Oh how bad I feel!

Des to t'ink my own gramma

B'lieved dat I‘ u'd steal!