"Po' Li'l' Hannibal!" said Br'er Rabbit as he poured the soup. "Doesn't like work! Cyant have no supper!"
"Catch him! Catch him!" said Ol' Miss Guinea Hen, but no one did it. They were all too busy eating.
They had a grand supper. There was roast turkey and fried chicken, and mutton and rice and potatoes and peas and beans and baked apples and cabbage and hot biscuits and muffins and butter-cakes and golden syrup.
When they had finished eating, it was quite dark, and they all went home, even Br'er Possum, and they left Li'l' Hannibal sitting there all by himself.
Well, after a while it began to get darker. Br'er Mocking Bird came out, and he looked at Li'l' Hannibal and then he began to scream, just like Ol' Miss Guinea Hen:
"Catch him! Catch him! Catch him!"
Br'er Screech Owl looked down from a tree and he said very hoarsely:
"Who! Who! Who-oo!"
Then all the frogs began to say, loud and shrill:
"Li'l' Hannibal! Li'l' Hannibal!"