He look ag’in—“She sho fell in,
An’ we got ter git her out;
Ef she stays in de pon’, it’s ’good-bye, John!’
An’ uv dat dey ain’t no doubt;
“We got ter have light when we play at night,
Fer ter see how ter git about;
We’ll drag wid de seine—ef we don’t drag in vain,
We’ll have good reason ter shout!”
But when it come ter seinin’, dar wuz some complainin
’Bout who wuz ter do it all,
Dey all make out dat dey wanter wade out,
But it fell on dem dat wuz tall:
Brer B’ar, he laugh, ez he tuck a staff,
Brer Wolf say he fear’d he’d fall,
But he tuck his place wid a mighty wry face,
An’ when dey ’gun ter haul.
“Oh, you better bet dis water’s wet!
I feel des like a sponge!”
An’ den dey all, wid a kick an’ a squall,
Wid a squeal an’ den a lunge,
Grabbed at de water—which dey hadn’t oughter
Went over der heads wid a splunge;
Brer Rabbit bent double, “Oh, all er yo’ trouble
Fills me full er fun-unj-unj!”
HOW MR. LION LOST HIS WOOL
