Uncle P. (Singing inside:)
Jay bird, jay bird, sittin’ on a limb,
He winked at me, an’ I at him;
Cocked my gun, an’ split his shin,
An’ left the arrow a-stickin’.
George P. (Starting up.) Zounds! if that old thief hasn’t found my bitters bottle! Pete! Pete, you rascal!
Uncle P. (Continues singing:)
Snake bake a hoe cake,
An’ set the frog to mind it;
But the frog fell asleep,