WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You come down. I t'ought you's mad At me 'bout de othah night, An' was stayin' 'way fu' spite. Say, now, was you mad fu' true W'en I kin' o' laughed at you?
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