“‘De drouth ain’t wet en de rain ain’t dry,
Whar you sow yo’ wheat you can’t cut rye,
But de gal dat stays single will die, will die.’
“Miss Meadows, en de gals wuz dat ’stonished dat dey ain’t know w’at ter do, en bimeby Brer Rabbit, he sing out ag’in:
“‘I wants de gal dat’s atter a sign,
I wants de gal en she mus’ be mine—
She’ll see ’er beau down by de big pine.’
“En sho’ nuff,” Uncle Remus continued, “de nex’ mornin’ w’en de gal went down by de big pine, dar sot Brer Rabbit dez ez natchul ez life. De gal, she make out, she did, dat she des come down dar atter a chaw er rozzum. Dey jawered ’roun’ a right smart, en ’spute ’long wid one ’n’er. But Brer Rabbit, he got de gal.”