“Ef I has ter set still, oh, I’ll w’ar de green willow,
An’ go in mo’nin’ wid de Mink!
But I bet you a hat dat ’fo’ I does dat,
I’ll show um all a new kink!”
So, off he put, on his nimbles’ foot,
Wid a grin, a laugh, an’ a cough;
Ter Miss Motts an’ Miss Meadows, an’ all de udders,
He tell what ’uz gwineter come off!
’Twuz a mill-pon’ fishin’, an’ he lef um a-wishin’
Dat de win’ don’t blow fum de norf!
An’ de creeturs all, bofe long an’ tall—
An’ dem no bigger dan a dwarf—
Brer Wolf an’ Brer B’ar,—all say dey’d be dar,
An’ dey promise fer ter fetch a seine;
Dey ’gree ter de day, an’ Brer Rabbit say
Dat dey don’t hatter come ef it rain;
So said, so done, an’ when de time come,
De big road ez well ez de lane
Wuz filled wid a crowd, all talkin’ out loud,
An’ a-prankin’ wid might an’ main!
Brer Rabbit wuz dar, wid Miss Molly Har’,
A-waitin’ fer de fun ter begin;
He shuck his shank, an’ went ter de bank,
An’ make like he gwineter jump in!
But de sight dat he saw made ’im drap his jaw,
An’ break up a great big grin!
He sez ter Brer Coon, “Run here an’ see de Moon!
A-floatin’ widout a fin!.”
