So then the Story Teller sang the song that the forest people sing when, on dark nights in the far depths of the Deep Woods, they are feasting at the table of the 'Coon, the 'Possum and the Old Black Crow.
Long before he had finished, the Little Lady was in the land of dreams.
And the Story Teller had been dreaming, too, while he sang.
THE HOLLOW TREE SONG.
Oh, there was an old 'Possum in the Big Deep Woods—
As fat as a 'Possum could be—
And he lived in a hollow, hollow,
hollow, hollow, hollow,
He lived in a hollow tree.
Oh, there was an old Coon in the Big Deep Woods—
As sly as a 'Coon could be—
And he lived in a hollow, hollow,
hollow, hollow, hollow,
He lived in a hollow tree.
Oh, there was an old Crow in the Big Deep Woods—
As black as a Crow could be—
And he lived in a hollow, hollow,
hollow, hollow, hollow,
He lived in a hollow tree.
For they all lived together in the Big Deep Woods,
As you can plainly see,
And the 'Possum made one, and the 'Coon made two,
And the Old Black Crow made three.
Then here's to the 'Possum, and the Old Black Crow,
And the 'Coon, with a one, two, three!
And here's to the hollow, hollow,
hollow, hollow, hollow,
And here's to the hollow tree.
