Some fin’ ’joyment in de cherry, oddahs make de peaches hum;
Some git fas’ned to de onion, oddahs lub de arti-choke;
But my taste an’ wattahmillion er’ bound by a pleasant joke.
“Hit er meller, hit er juicy,
Hit er coolin’, hit er sweet!
Hit er painless ter de stummick—
Yo’ kin eat, an’ eat, an’ eat!”
I helped you bring ’em on board, didn’t I, mis’?
Mary. Yes, Phus; you’re always handy. I wish you could be the mate, in Patsy’s place, and help me steer the boat.
Phus. Lor’ bress you, mis’! I couldn’t do dat. I should steer for all de snags in de riber; an’ git twisted all up in de bay-yous, an’ run inter all de san’bars.