Seems as if ’tain’t etiket
Dousin’ her in water till
She’s connected with a chill.
Seems as though ’twas skursely right
Givin’ her a dreadful fright,
Tyin’ rags around her tail,
Poundin’ on an old tin pail,
Chasin’ her around the yard—
Seems as though ’twas kind of hard
Bein’ kicked and ammed and shooed