HAL A-HUNTIN’.
Onct we went a-huntin’,
Pa ’n’ me, we did,
’N’ I went ’long an’ tookt ol’
Rover.—’N’ we did
Have ist the mostest fun!—
Rove ist skeert the rabbits
Outen the grass,
’N’en Pa he shooted at ’em
When they runned pas’.
My landy! how they run!
Wushed I’d a had a gun!
Pa ist shooted at ’em,
Hard, but couldn’t
Kill ’em, ’cause when he’d shoot,
The gun—w’y—wouldn’t.
’N’en Pa said ’twan’t no fun
A-huntin’ wif sich a gun.
My! but didn’t them rabbits
Go a scootin’!—
’N’ Rover after’m, ist a-
Skallyhootin’!
’N’ Pa said, “see what HE done”
(When he comed home) “wif his gun!”
’N’en the hired man ist
Laft an’ shook’n’
When he’d skun ’em all, he
Said, a-lookin’
Solemn-like (in fun),
“What a dog-gone gun.”
’N’en when Ma she fried ’em
’N’ we was a-eatin’
Of ’em up, Ma said ’at
It was beatin’
How that dog could run!—
’N’en Pa’s face got red, an’
He scowled at me
Awful, ’n’ said, “You little
Young rascal, see
Here! what ’d you go’n’ haft
To tell for?” ’N’en they laft!
Wusht Pa’d take me wif him
Huntin’ again;
But he says ’at I’m too
Awful green—
Rabbits might eat me! I
Guess not! Wonder why?