nce on a time, 'way down South, there lived a little boy named Hannibal, Li'l' Hannibal. He lived along with his gran'mammy and his gran'daddy in a li'l' one-storey log cabin that was set right down in a cotton field. Well, from morning until night, Li'l' Hannibal's gran'mammy kept him doin' things. As soon as she woke up in the morning it was:
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, fetch a pine knot and light the kitchen fire."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, fetch the tea-kettle to the well and get some water for the tea."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, mix a li'l' hoecake for your gran'daddy's brea'fus'."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, take the bunch of turkeys' feathers and dust the hearth."
And from morning until night Li'l' Hannibal's gran'daddy kept him doin' things too.
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal," his gran'daddy would say, "fetch the corn and feed the turkeys."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, take your li'l' axe and chop some wood for your gran'mammy's fire."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, run 'round to the store and buy a bag of flour."
"Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, fetch your basket and pick a li'l' cotton off the edge of the field."