When de creeturs come home, Brer Rabbit wuz ready,
An’ he tell um he gwineter set down;
“Well, set,” sez dey, “an’ we’ll try ter be ste’dy,”
An’ wid dat, Brer Rabbit kinder frown;
Bang-bang! went de gun—de barrels wuz double—
An’ de creeturs wuz still ez mice;
Brer B’ar he say, “Dy must be some trouble,
But I hope heedon’t loosen de j’is!”
Brer Rabbit, he say, “Wharbouts mus’ I spit at?”
An’ Brer Wolf answer, wid a grin,
“Des wharsomever you kin make it hit at!”
Brer Fox, he rub his chin;
Brer Rabbit, he tuck de tub er water,
An’ empty it all on de sta’rs,
An’ it come nigh drownin’ Brer Coon’s daughter.
An’ likewise one er Brer B’ar’s!
Brer Rabbit say, “When I sneeze I’ll skeer you,
An’ I hate fer ter have it ter do!”
Brer Fox say, “We’ll lissen an’ hear you
Des go right ahead wid yo’ sneeze-a-ma-roo!”
Boom-a-lam! went de cannon, an’ de creeturs, dey lit out
Thoo window-sash an’ do’
Any way, any way dat dey kin git oot,
An’ dey aint come dar no mo’!
BRER RABBIT AND THE PARTRIDGE NEST
Oh, what’s de matter wid de Whipperwill,
Dat she sets an’ cries on de furder hill?
An’ what’s de matter wid Miss Bob White,
Dat she choke herse’f wid sayin’ Good-night?
You know mighty well dat sump’n is wrong
When dey sets an’ sings dat kinder song,
’Twix’ a call an’ a cry, ’twix’ a weep an’ a wail—
Dey must be tellin’ a mighty sad tale.
