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