“‘I have never tried,’ says Brother Buzzard, says he.
“‘Well, suppose you try it now,’ says Brother Crow. ‘I’ll go you a fine suit of clothes, and a cocked hat to boot, that I can sit here and sing longer than you can,’ says he.
“‘Oh, ho!’ says Brother Buzzard, ‘you may sing louder, but you can’t sing longer than I can,’ says he.
“‘Is it a go?’ says Brother Crow.
“‘It’s a go,’ says Brother Buzzard, says he.
“‘It’s no fair bet,’ says Brother Crow, ‘because you are a bigger man than I am, and it stands to reason that you have got more wind in your craw than I have, but I shall give you one trial if I split my gizzard,’ says he.
“Yes,” remarked Mr. Rabbit, scratching his head thoughtfully, “those were the very words he used—‘if I split my gizzard,’ says he. Well, they shook hands to ratify the bet, and then Brother Crow, without making any flourishes, raised the tune,—
“‘Oh, Susy, my Susy, gangloo!
Oh, Milly, my Molly, langloo!’
“Then Brother Buzzard flung his head back and chimed in,—
“‘Oh, Susy, my Susy, gangloo!
Oh, Milly, my Molly, langloo!’